Luyện nghe bài hát Who Gon Stop Me

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 me huh?
Who gon me?
Who gon stop me

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

Who gon me huh?
Who gon me huh?

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

Who gon stop me

Niggaas talkin', bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
pig-Latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me
Last night ain't go so
Got up out the hotel
Got a little like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Cosell
You just a commentator, if you get me
Everybody I know from the got common haters
In some relations, you just to say none
Heard she the doorman
Well that's cool I the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one
I like green faces

is something like 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 me huh?

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

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

Who gone me huh?
Beat the odds, 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 up in all white, wearing no socks
No ceiling, new
know I'm a dope boy
They have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed, I how to move
It's looking like, I don't know how to
I'm winning again, I'm at the
I'm at the table, I'm gambling,
lefty, I expect a seven,
I went through hell, I'm heaven, I'm owed,
See I'm thorough and I to the G-code,
I'm here, oh yeah, I I ain't going nowhere,
Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I karats
I'm allergic to bunny ears,
broke, like nope, like ha,
I no joke, I can't be stopped
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 lies in my verses hey, please pardon all the hey
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, you growing up worthless uh
Middle to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old head uh
If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would been so dead uh
I'm life, 'til these niggas kill me
Turn up, if these niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos,
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 smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a when the hook start, hold up

This is something like the
Millions of our 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

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