Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something the Holocaust
Millions of our people
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 stop me

cards, black cars, black on black, black broads
Whole money in a black bag
Black strap, you know 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 charms

Who gon stop me

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

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

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

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

Who gone stop me
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 up in all white, wearing no socks
No ceiling, new
know I'm a dope boy
They have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
looking like, I don't 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 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 I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to having ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
nope, like nope
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the card ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, you growing 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 would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, these niggas kill me
Turn up, if these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
to the MoMA
And I did all of this, without a
Graduated the corner, y'all can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

This is something the Holocaust
of our people lost
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 me huh?

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