Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
of our people lost
Bow our and pray to the lord
Til I die I'm a ball
Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

Black cards, black cars, black on black, black
Whole lotta money in a bag
Black strap, you know what for?

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

Who gon me?
No brakes, I need, State
So watches I need eight arms
One neck but got charms

Who gon me huh?

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me
Last ain't go so well
Got up out the hotel
Got a little like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Cosell
You a commentator, if you get me paper
I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations, you just to say none
she fucked the doorman
Well cool I fucked the waitress
Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I only like faces

This is 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 stop me

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

Y'all weed purple, my purple
Y'all Urkel, I'm Oprah circle
I wrote the verse, that I will 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 up in all white, wearing no socks
No ceiling, new
They I'm a dope boy
They have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
It's looking like, I know how to lose
I'm winning again, I'm at the
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
lefty, I expect a seven,
I through 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 going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like
I'm allergic to bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I no joke, I can't be stopped
Like nope, nope
the beat Noah

2 in the 911 uh, no limit on the black card ah
Told I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No lies in my hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for advice uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til niggas kill me
this 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, a diploma
Graduated the corner, y'all can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could have a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

This is like the Holocaust
of our people lost
Bow our and pray to the lord
Til I die, I'm a ball

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

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