Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something the Holocaust
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, broads
lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's

Who gon stop me
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon me huh?

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

This is something like the
Millions of our lost
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 stop me

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

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

Who stop me huh?
the odds, beat the feds
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, wearing no
No ceiling, new
They know I'm a boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 removed, I know 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 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 promise I going nowhere,
Okay here, a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to having ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I no joke, I can't be stopped
nope, like nope
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black 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
gotta come 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 wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would have been so uh
I'm living life, 'til these niggas me
Turn this up, if these feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
to the MoMA
And I did all of this, without a
Graduated from the corner, can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
have been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the start, hold up

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 me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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