Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

You know what the fuck on, man
You strap in your seat
Well, it's gon' be a ride
the king, bitch
Just

No introduction really
Get the message a secretary
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, still be flavor in the cemetery
music originator
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, you' to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Darth
Promise, I don't give a about 'em
Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he even matter, yeah!
Like I'm in a Kangol and a
New with some all gold hammer
as I remember, I done ran Atlanta
I give a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
Sister used to gettin' from a check, so how can I
Settin' numbers in the hood, do I say do
'em niggas break bread or fake dead
Or bare it, they that
50 million, yeah, to make that
Middle finger, if you vote for
See me outside where you know up
I hearing no peace talk
Ain't shit funny, no
Like a Black Panther, we to the teeth
tried it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I could've Freddie Gray
Or Mike Brown getting down
a pistol on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Bland
Listen, boy, challenge with the runnin' man
I will challenge a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, I brought this shit from nothin', man
Grand Hustle errythang
Molly, and the Mary-Jane
It's the king, like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane
Never been a part of they
Got a with me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
Got the same that I came in with
Duckin' all that shit, ayy
Everyone I is on go
Drive-bys all in a 4 by 4
Believe, if I catch him, that the hoe go
See me it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I that shit
by the car lot, went and bought that shit
Caught case after case and I fought shit
Then he give a damn, went and off that brick
I lived the shit that they rappin'
Care 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
Bankroll mama, we know what
We out, we baggin' up
Stackin' up them
neighborhood hero
You can try one of them niggas, better not try it with me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy

You know you done up, don'cha?
You know you done fucked up,
Ain't no stoppin' this shit,
And you know happened if you run me hot in this bitch, now

We turned to the max, Atlanta hat to the left
Turned to the back, nigga tried, see, we havin' that
shots where your bandana at
Drop a nigga off where at
That's what nigga get for tryna rap
Head shot, should be one and
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A nigga up to you, while you showin' off stunts
'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that
Nigga playin' games, thinkin' not funny
'Til my young nigga went and it for me, yeah
For the of the bankroll
Keep it binned untill you
Nigga, don't nobody 'bout it
Don't nobody wanna hear it
You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for
And, nigga, I ain't lie
I promise, not a day go by
I ain't on the grind, if I on fire
If one thing that I want I can't go by
Tryna put six on a Range Rover
I playin' no games, that's what you know, sir
If you think you're at the top, 'em move over
Modern and the new Hova, goddamn
Know the hustle now, with us and down
We dodgin' suckas, steady clowns
We chasing mills so we can put that
talk but we run that town
But with millions and no cap and
Went from trappin' raw to what happen now
Metal throne, crown
Caught that line, gettin' beat down
dope boy veteran
Dope boy
Here dope fiends still remember be when they were and needed their medicine
You better it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
Think it's sweet, you got the wrong
Get stripped naked, left out
Tell 'em, so what the fuck I
'Bout the trap music, all Uzi
packin', I'm not stupid
Still down to do it, if you act
Get locked up and get back to it,
music, all black Uzi
Get locked up and get back to it,