Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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

Black cards, black cars, on black, black broads
Whole money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what for?

Who gon stop me
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?

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

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

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

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

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

Who gone stop me
the odds, beat the feds
It be wise, to bet against the kid
me broke, I bet I get rich
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 have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I know how to
It's looking like, I 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 through 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,
here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
I'm to having bunny ears,
Like broke, like nope, ha,
I ain't no joke, I can't be
nope, like nope
Extend the Noah

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, you growing up worthless uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til these kill me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
to the MoMA
And I did all of this, without a
Graduated from the corner, y'all can me
For a motherfuckin' if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm book
Could have a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the start, hold up

This is like the Holocaust
Millions of our 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 me huh?

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