Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is like the Holocaust
of our people lost
Bow our and pray 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 money in a bag
Black strap, you know what for?

Who gon stop me
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me
Last night go so well
Got up out the hotel
Got a freaky like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Howard
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I know from the hood got common
In some relations, you supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the
Well that's I fucked the waitress
Heard was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I only like faces

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people
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, black
Black on black, black
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 the verse, that I hope will hurt you

Who gone me huh?
the odds, beat the feds
It be wise, to bet against 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 don't no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
looking like, I don't know how to lose
I'm winning again, I'm at the
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 and I stuck to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, a rabbit, I like karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
Like nope, like
Extend the beat

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 hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, you growing up worthless 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, 'til niggas kill 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
from 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 that can stop me is me, and I'm a when the hook start, hold up

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our 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, black
Whole money in a black bag
Black strap, you know that's for