Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is like the Holocaust
Millions of our people
Bow our heads and to the lord
Til I die I'm a fuckin'
Now who gon me?
Who gon me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

Black cards, black cars, on black, black broads
Whole lotta in a black bag
Black strap, you what that's for?

Who gon me huh?
Who gon stop me

Who gon me?
No brakes, I need, Farm
So many I need eight arms
One neck but got eight

Who gon stop me

talkin', they bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon stop me
Last ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky like Marvin
Yes! Howard Cosell
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I know from the got common haters
In some relations, you just supposed to say
Heard she fucked the
that's cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess on one basis
I like green faces

This is something like the
Millions of our lost
Bow our heads and pray to the
Til I die I'm a fuckin'

Now who gon me?
Who gon me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

Black cards, black
Black on black, broads
Whole lotta money in a bag
strap, you know what that's for

Y'all weed purple, my purple
Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah circle
I wrote the verse, that I hope hurt you

Who gone stop me
the odds, beat the feds
It wouldn't be wise, to bet the kid
me broke, I bet I get rich
shift, six to six
one shot, one pot
I'll show up in all white, wearing no
No ceiling, new
They I'm a dope boy
They have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
It's looking like, I don't know how to
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
Lucky lefty, I a seven,
I went hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,
See I'm thorough and I to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to bunny ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I no joke, I can't be stopped
Like nope, like
Extend the beat

2 seats in the 911 uh, no on the black card ah
y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would been so dead uh
I'm living life, these niggas kill me
Turn up, if these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, trying to get
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, without a
from the corner, y'all can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
Could have been a chemist, I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop the hook start, hold up

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our lost
Bow our heads and to the lord
Til I die, I'm a ball

Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

Black cards, black
Black on black, broads
Whole lotta in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for