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

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

Who gon me?
No brakes, I need, State
So many watches I 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 me huh?
night ain't go so well
Got up out the hotel
Got a freaky like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Cosell
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I know from the got common haters
In relations, you just supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the
Well that's cool I fucked the
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess on one basis
I only like green

This is something 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
Black on black, broads
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 stop 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
know I'm a dope boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
It's looking like, I 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 hell, I'm expecting heaven, I'm owed,
See I'm and I stuck to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I I ain't going nowhere,
here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to having ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
nope, like nope
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no on the black card ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my eh
No lies in my verses hey, please pardon all the hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up uh
Middle finger to my old ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til niggas kill me
this up, if these 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 motherfuckin' if you wanna,
smart, and I'm book smart
Could have a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up

This is something the Holocaust
Millions of our lost
Bow our heads and pray to the
Til I die, I'm a fuckin'

Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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