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 gotta finish killin' the fuckin'
We can start the service

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

Rest in to the competition
What's up, Drama? Y'all what this 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 these fuck niggas, not Drama
I am logged on to niggas dot com
And I am everything these niggas, not Drama

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

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

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

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

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

My car is foreigner, my bitch is Florida
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,
to depart, I book flights, nigga
Wassup son? What it look like,

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

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

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

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

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

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