Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

It really was all fault, I been had the mixtape done
like, yeah, that's cool 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 funeral

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

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 you niggas, no Nazi

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

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

And even that nigga seein' me
My reflection have a hard time 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 with the shine, yeah, black diamond's credit
And my is sick but I have no time for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar, is custom order bra
First I call the jeweler up, then I call the

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

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

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

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

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

The wake, it's the wake here
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

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