Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

This is like the Holocaust
of our people lost
Bow our and pray to the lord
Til I die I'm a ball
Now who gon me?
Who gon stop me
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', they made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon stop me
Last ain't go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a freaky like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Howard
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know from the hood got haters
In relations, you just supposed to say none
Heard she the doorman
that's cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess on one basis
I only like faces

This is something the Holocaust
of our people lost
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
strap, you know what that's for

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

Who gone me huh?
Beat the odds, beat the
It be wise, to bet against 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
They I'm a dope boy
They don't have no
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
It's looking like, I don't how to lose
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
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 I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, a rabbit, I like karats
I'm allergic to bunny ears,
Like broke, nope, like ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
nope, like nope
Extend the beat

2 in the 911 uh, no limit on the black card ah
y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh
No in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta come way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, shout out to my old head uh
If it for your advice uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, these niggas kill me
Turn up, if these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, without a
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 start, hold up

is something like 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 me huh?

Black cards, black
Black on black, black
Whole lotta in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for