Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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

Black cards, black cars, on black, black broads
Whole lotta in a black bag
Black strap, you what 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 but got eight charms

Who gon me huh?

Niggaas talkin', they bitch made, off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me
Last night go so well
Got kicked up out the
Got a little freaky like Marvin
Yes! Tell Howard
You a commentator, if you get me paper
Everybody I know the hood got common haters
In some relations, you just supposed to say
Heard she fucked the
that's cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess on one basis
I only like green

This is something 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 me huh?

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

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

Who gone me huh?
Beat the odds, beat the
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
They know I'm a 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 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, nope, like ha,
I no joke, I can't be stopped
nope, like nope
Extend the beat

2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black ah
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my eh
No lies in my verses hey, please pardon all the hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up uh
Middle finger to my old life ugh, special out to my old head uh
If it for your advice uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh
I'm living life, 'til these niggas me
Turn this up, if niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, trying to get
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
Graduated to the
And I did all of this, without a
Graduated from the corner, can play me
For a fool if you wanna,
Street smart, and I'm smart
have been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop the hook start, hold up

This is something the Holocaust
of our people lost
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 stop me

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