Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is something the Holocaust
Millions of our people
Bow our and pray 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

cards, black cars, black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a bag
Black strap, you know that's for?

Who gon stop me
Who gon me huh?

Who gon me?
No brakes, I need, Farm
So many I need eight arms
One neck but got eight

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', they made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon me huh?
Last night go so well
Got up out the hotel
Got a little like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Howard
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I know from the hood got haters
In relations, you just supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the
that's cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one
I only like green

This is something like the
Millions of our lost
Bow our heads and to the lord
Til I die I'm a fuckin'

Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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

Y'all purple, my money purple
Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah
I wrote the verse, I hope will hurt you

Who gone me huh?
Beat the odds, beat the
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
know I'm a dope boy
They don't no proof
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
It's looking like, I know how to lose
I'm winning again, I'm at the
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
Lucky lefty, I 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 promise I going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like
I'm allergic to having ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
Like nope, nope
Extend the beat

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 verses hey, pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would have so dead uh
I'm life, 'til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, trying to get
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, a diploma
from the corner, y'all can play me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
Could have been a chemist, 'cause I cook
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, up

This is something the Holocaust
Millions of our people
Bow our heads and to the lord
Til I die, I'm a fuckin'

Now who gon me?
Who gon me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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