Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

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

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

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

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

Must be some confusion, you are not me
I am an illusion, what you cannot 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 tellin' me, kill the boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2,

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

And even that ain't seein' me
My reflection a hard time bein' me
So they tryna do me shit, 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 sick but I no time for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar, this is order bra
First I call the jeweler up, then I the coroner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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