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 me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, Ix-nay off my
That's pig-Latin,
Who gon me huh?
Last night ain't go so
Got up out the hotel
Got a little freaky Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Cosell
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know the hood got common haters
In some relations, you just to say none
Heard she fucked the
Well that's cool I the waitress
Heard was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis
I only like faces

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

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

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

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

Who gone stop me
Beat the odds, the feds
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 know I'm a boy
don't have no proof
I'm 3 removed, I know how to move
It's like, I don't know how to lose
I'm again, I'm at the Wynn
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
lefty, I expect 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 no joke, I can't be stopped
Like nope, like
Extend the Noah

2 seats in the 911 uh, no on the black card ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the was my backyard eh
No lies in my verses hey, pardon all the curses hey
Shit gotta some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh
Middle to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for advice uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til these kill me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm dirty, trying to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, without a
Graduated the corner, y'all can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
Could have been a chemist, I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a when the hook start, hold up

is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our lost
Bow our heads and pray to the
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
Whole lotta money in a bag
strap, you know what that's for