Luyện nghe bài hát The Wake

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

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

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

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 play 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 shorty me, kill the competition boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2,

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

And even that nigga ain't me
My reflection have a hard 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 credit
And my watch is sick but I have no time for
ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra
First I call the jeweler up, then I the coroner

My car is foreigner, my bitch is Florida
I killed the pussy last 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
Wassup son? it look like, nigga?

Black dress, black suits, black shades, boots
Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, 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, that's what I call a black
Get ya sharps, get ya flats, the black keys
Gettin' get ya holes in ya black tees

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

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

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

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