Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the done
He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the
Nigga, we got work to do
We finish killin' the fuckin' competition
We can start the service

First off I wanna send my
First off I send my condolences
First off I wanna send my
Rest in peace to the competition,

Rest in peace to the
What's up, Drama? Y'all know what this is

Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da

I am logged on to fuck dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not
I am on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything these niggas, not Drama

Must be some confusion, you are not me
I am an illusion, really what you see
So picture me a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
We play when we roll, no Yahtzee
And I you niggas, no Nazi

But the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah
Ike Turner take that slaps in the ride
My shorty me, kill the competition boo
And I be tellin' her Is No Competition 2, nice

Is No Competition 2
It's good to wake up look in the
And the only you

And even that nigga seein' me
My reflection a hard time bein' me
So they do me shit, it's time to dead it
I'm what ya don't do if Simon said it

I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's
And my watch is but I have no time for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar, is custom order bra
First I the jeweler up, then I call the coroner

My car is foreigner, my bitch is from
I killed the pussy last so now her man is mournin' her

Good mornin', sir, I goodnight,
Y'all on death row, I Suge Knight,
Time to depart, I book flights,
Wassup What it look like, nigga?

Black dress, suits, black shades, black boots
Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, flutes
Black card, black jewels, black bag
Friday, throw it in a body bag

Black Barbie, that's what I my black braud
African plug, that's what I call a black
Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the black
Gettin' get ya holes in ya black tees

Black limos, town cars, black hearses
Black register books in black cursive
Black tears, white outta black purses
That's procedure when I'm sendin' verses

The wake, it's the wake here
Come before the funeral,
They me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral
I'm killing niggas

And I'm the undertaker,
With the in the bag
All niggas is dead
You look around, all dead

This will be fun, it's fam nigga, affiliates, nice