Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the
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 me huh?

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

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', they made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon me huh?
Last night go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a freaky like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Cosell
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know from the hood got common
In some relations, you supposed to say none
she fucked the doorman
Well that's cool I fucked the
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 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, cars
on black, black broads
Whole money in a black bag
strap, you know what that's for

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

Who gone me huh?
the odds, beat the feds
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 show up in all white, no socks
No ceiling, new
They know I'm a boy
They have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
It's looking like, I don't know how to
I'm winning again, I'm at the
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
Lucky lefty, I 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 promise I going nowhere,
here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I no joke, I can't be stopped
Like nope, like
Extend the beat

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, special shout out to my old 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 up, if these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, without a
Graduated from the corner, y'all can 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

This is something like the
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 me huh?

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