Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

It really was all Drama's fault, I had the mixtape done
He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm to go to the Bahamas
Nigga, we got work to do
We finish killin' the fuckin' competition
We can the funeral service

First off I wanna send my
First off I send my condolences
off I wanna send my condolences
Rest in to the competition, yeah

Rest in to the competition
What's up, Drama? Y'all know what is right?

Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da

I am logged on to niggas dot com
And I am everything fuck niggas, not Drama
I am on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not

Must be some confusion, you are not me
I am an illusion, really you cannot see
So picture me a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
We don't play when we roll, no
And I hate you niggas, no

But this the holocaust, rap genocide,
Ike Turner take bitch slaps in the ride
My shorty tellin' me, kill the boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2,

Is No Competition 2
It's good to wake up in the mirror
And the competition's you

And even nigga ain't seein' me
My reflection a hard time bein' me
So they tryna do me shit, time to dead it
I'm what ya don't do if Simon said it

I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these diamond's credit
And my watch is sick but I no time for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar, this is order bra
I call the jeweler up, then I call the coroner

My car is foreigner, my bitch is from
I killed the last night so now her man is mournin' her

Good mornin', sir, I goodnight,
Y'all on row, I Suge Knight, niggas
Time to depart, I flights, nigga
Wassup son? What it look like,

Black dress, black suits, black shades, black
truck, black coupe, guns blow, black flutes
Black card, jewels, black party bag
Black Friday, it in a body bag

Black Barbie, that's what I call my black
plug, that's what I call a black chord
Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the black
slick'll get ya holes in ya black tees

Black limos, town cars, black hearses
Black register signed in black cursive
Black tears, tissues outta black purses
That's when I'm sendin' back verses

The wake, it's the right here
Come the funeral, nigga
They me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral
I'm these niggas

And I'm the undertaker,
With the in the bag
All niggas is dead
You around, they're all dead

This will be fun, it's fam nigga, affiliates, nice