Luyện nghe bài hát Laugh At Em

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

No really necessary
Get the message like a
Boy, I'm
When I'm dead and buried, be kicking flavor in the cemetery
music originator
Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my
They Skywalker, I'm Vader
Promise, I don't give a shit 'em
Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he don't matter, yeah!
I'm pimpin in a Kangol and a
New Cadillac some all gold hammer
Long as I remember, I done ran
I could give a damn a dog faced hoe
used to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I
Settin' numbers in the hood, do I say do
Tell 'em niggas break or fake dead
Or bare it, they hate
50 million, yeah, to make that
Middle finger, if you for Trump
See me where you know what's up
I ain't hearing no talk
Ain't funny, no hee-haw
a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
Cracker it, we squeeze off
Swear to God, I could've Freddie Gray
Or Mike Brown getting down
With a pistol on me and a half a
And 'Ye blam-blamming by Bland
Listen, boy, your challenge the runnin' man
I challenge with a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this from nothin', man
Grand Hustle errythang
Molly, Becky and the
the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane
Never been a part of in-crowd
Got a problem with me? I say, Y'all'
Got the same friend that I in with
all that lame 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 with it, you gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I talk that
Roll by the car lot, went and bought shit
Caught case after case and I fought that
Then he give a damn, went and off that brick
I the shit that they rappin' 'bout
Care nuttin' 'bout what they 'bout
Bankroll mama, we know this
We out, we baggin' up
up them zeroes
Certified hero
You can try one of them sucka niggas, not try it with me though
Ayy, ayy, ayy

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

We turned to the max, Atlanta hat cocked to the
to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that
Send shots where your at
Drop a nigga off Alabama at
That's what nigga get for tryna rap
Head shot, be one and down
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A nigga walk up to you, while you showin' off
'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run money
Nigga games, thinkin' show 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 care 'bout it
Don't nobody hear 'bout it
You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same for everybody
And, nigga, I gon' 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 wheels on a Rover
I ain't playin' no games, what you know, sir
If you think at the top, tell 'em move over
Modern 2Pac and the new Hova,
Know the hustle now, with us and down
We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin'
We chasing so we can put that down
talk but we run that town
But with millions and no cap and
Went from trappin' raw to look what now
Metal throne, concrete
Caught that line, you're gettin' down
Real dope boy
Dope boy
Here dope still remember be when they were sick and needed their medicine
You better watch it partner, you ain't' from 'round
Think it's sweet, you got the idea
Get naked, left out there
Tell 'em, so what the fuck I
'Bout the trap music, all Uzi
Still packin', I'm not
Still to do it, if you act stupid
Get locked up and get to it, yeah
Trap music, all Uzi
Get up and get back to it, yeah