Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is like the Holocaust
of our people 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, 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 watches I 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 little like Marvin Albert
Yes! Howard Cosell
You just a commentator, if you get me
I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations, you just to say none
Heard she the doorman
Well that's cool I the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess on one basis
I like green faces

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 stop me

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

Y'all weed purple, my money
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm circle
I wrote the verse, that I will hurt you

Who gone me huh?
Beat the odds, 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 no proof
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
looking 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 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
Like nope, nope
Extend the Noah

2 in the 911 uh, no limit 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
gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special out to my old head uh
If it for your advice uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til niggas kill me
Turn this up, if these niggas me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
to the MoMA
And I did all of this, a diploma
from the corner, y'all can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
Could have 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
Millions of our people
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 me huh?

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