Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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

Black cards, black cars, black on black, broads
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, Farm
So many watches I 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?
night ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky like Albert
Yes! Howard Cosell
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know the hood got common haters
In relations, you just supposed to say none
she fucked the doorman
Well that's cool I the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I it's on one basis
I only like faces

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people
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

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

weed purple, my money purple
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah
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
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 have no
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,
lefty, I expect a seven,
I through hell, I'm expecting 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, a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I be stopped
Like nope, nope
the beat 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 in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it for your advice uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm life, 'til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm dirty, trying to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
Graduated from the corner, can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I smart
Only that 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 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
on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a bag
Black strap, you what that's for