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 in a black bag
strap, you know what that's for?

Who gon stop me
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, Ix-nay off my
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon me huh?
night ain't go so well
Got up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Albert
Yes! Howard Cosell
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know from the hood got haters
In some relations, you just supposed to say
she fucked the doorman
Well that's cool I the waitress
Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I only like green

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

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
strap, you know what that's for

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

Who stop me huh?
Beat the odds, beat the
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
know 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 again, I'm at the Wynn
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
lefty, I expect a seven,
I went through hell, I'm heaven, I'm owed,
See I'm and I stuck to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like
I'm allergic to having ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I no joke, I can't be stopped
nope, like nope
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no on the black card ah
Told y'all I was go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, please all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til these niggas me
Turn this up, if these niggas me
I'm dirty, trying to get filthy
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated from the corner, can play me
For a motherfuckin' 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 when the hook start, hold up

This is like the Holocaust
of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the
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, black
Whole money in a black bag
Black strap, you what that's for