Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

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

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

in peace to the competition
What's up, Drama? Y'all know this 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 these fuck niggas, not
I am logged on to niggas dot com
And I am these fuck niggas, not Drama

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

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

There Is No 2
good to wake up look in the mirror
And the only you

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

I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, black diamond's credit
And my watch is sick but I have no for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar, is custom order bra
First I call the jeweler up, then I call the

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I'm the undertaker,
the body in the bag
All these niggas is
You look around, they're all

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