Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

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

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

Rest in to the competition
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 these fuck niggas, not Drama
I am logged on to fuck 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 me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
We don't when we roll, no Yahtzee
And I hate you niggas, no

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

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

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

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

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

mornin', sir, I goodnight, niggas
Y'all on row, I Suge Knight, niggas
to depart, I book flights, nigga
Wassup son? What it like, nigga?

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

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

Black limos, town cars, black hearses
Black books signed in black cursive
Black tears, white tissues outta black
That's procedure when I'm sendin' back

The wake, it's the right here
Come the funeral, nigga
call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral
I'm these niggas

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

This will be fun, tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice