Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

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

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

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

be some 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 play we roll, no Yahtzee
And I you niggas, no Nazi

But the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah
Ike Turner take that bitch in the ride
My shorty me, kill the competition boo
And I be her There Is No Competition 2, nice

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

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

I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's
And my watch is but I have no time for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar, 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 night so now her man is mournin' her

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

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

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

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

The wake, the wake right here
before the funeral, nigga
They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a 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 be fun, it's tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice