Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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 me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon me huh?

Who gon me?
No brakes, I need, Farm
So many watches I need eight
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 up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Albert
Yes! Tell Howard
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I from the hood got common haters
In relations, you just supposed to say none
she fucked the doorman
Well that's cool I fucked the
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I it's on one basis
I only like faces

This is like the Holocaust
Millions of our people
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
lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for

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

Who stop me huh?
Beat the odds, the feds
It be wise, to bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get
shift, six to six
one shot, one pot
I'll show up in all white, no socks
No ceiling, new
They I'm a dope boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
It's like, I don't know how to lose
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
Lucky lefty, I a seven,
I went through hell, I'm 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, like a hare, like a rabbit, I karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I no joke, I can't be stopped
Like nope, like
the beat Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the was my backyard eh
No lies in my hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, shout 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, these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these niggas me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, without a
Graduated the corner, y'all can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I cook
Only thing can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people
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 me huh?

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