Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

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

First off I wanna send my
off I wanna 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 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 fuck dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not
I am logged on to niggas dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not

Must be confusion, you niggas 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 play when we roll, no
And I hate you niggas, no

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

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

And even nigga ain't seein' me
My reflection have a time bein' me
So they tryna do me shit, time to dead it
I'm ya don't do even if Simon said it

I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, black diamond's credit
And my is sick but I have no time for medics
ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra
First I call the jeweler up, I call 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 death row, I Knight, niggas
to depart, I book flights, nigga
Wassup son? it look like, nigga?

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

Barbie, that's what I call my black braud
African plug, what I call 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 in black cursive
Black tears, white tissues outta black
That's procedure I'm sendin' back verses

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

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

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