Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

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

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

Rest in peace to the
What's up, Y'all know 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 niggas dot com
And I am these fuck niggas, not Drama
I am on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not

Must be confusion, you niggas 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 tellin' me, kill the competition boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No 2, nice

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

And even that nigga seein' me
My reflection have a time bein' me
So they tryna do me shit, it's time to 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 for medics
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 Florida
I killed the pussy night so now her man is mournin' her

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

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

Black Barbie, that's what I call my braud
plug, that's what 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, black cars, black hearses
Black register books signed in cursive
Black tears, white tissues black purses
That's procedure when I'm sendin' verses

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

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

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