Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

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

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

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

be some confusion, you niggas are not me
I am an illusion, what you cannot 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 this the holocaust, rap genocide,
Ike Turner take that slaps in the ride
My tellin' me, kill the competition boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2,

There Is No 2
It's good to up look in the mirror
And the competition's you

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

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

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

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

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

Black Barbie, that's what I call my braud
African plug, that's what I a black chord
Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the 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 outta black purses
That's procedure when I'm sendin' verses

The wake, the wake right here
Come before the funeral,
They 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 niggas is
You around, they're all dead

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