Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Be Stopped

knooooooowwwww, I I can't be stooooopped!

1]
Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...
The of trillness, outta the South
Just that real shit, not anotha runnin' his mouth
Pay attention, I'll explain why I can't be
And how I came to be the man on every block
Bronson, a young fly straight out the slums
Candy paint on Carlos in the decks where I'm from
Remember when I was first back from pullin' the first
Or when the came I was the nigga with the first slam
Who wants the 'yours truly', cannot school me
Put so coke on the streets, Pepsi tried to sue me
Wearin' a throwback, I dropped faces and ?
And if I can't rap, the trap is where go back
This one dimension, of a nigga spittin
You're now to the dawnin of a new beginnin
I'm the quarterback of crack because logical
Don't want that yay, I'll switch up the plate, me the honorable
not yo average dick ridin' bitch nigga
I'm more a Benz 6 ridin' sick nigga
You know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily
??? ten, heavily gatted
C'mon dawg, you can't with me, leave it alone
I got killaz on standby, breathe and on
If truly is a game then I'm the legend who wrote it
And be careful 'cause the bases ain't the only loaded

I knooooooowwwww, I I can't be stooooopped!

(I be stopped, I can't be stopped!)

2]
Chrome wheelz on the 600, but wood
I-Double, DTP, we ain't nuthin' but
You tryina get a deal, but yo time's runnin' out
You diarrhea in yo ass, the not comin' out
Okay, you dropped a album, still got no ends
I made more in a month doin ad libs
Do a background check on me, see how I
Don't let Mac ground spit homey, think of yo kids
hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rap
Deala bitch! The same in the burbs or the trap
I can bang witchu, witchu, ride when I need to
Drop somethin', cop somethin', slide when I to
You don't me and all the warz that I've fought
In the club, the bottle, whole bar gets bought
Bronson! I'ma made man, you do the
All you is middle school, see me in college
rimz are not legal, fuck a learnin' permit
Me, I on grown men and the mirror's the tint
Y'all not quiet Ludacris, nowhere near Shawnna
A mill ??? Fate, and some otha drama
And Tit' needs to get the title let alone the
On every block I been on, not only the
It's the same shit, different day, I'm stuck in my
DTP, we run the streets I'm stuck in the grave

I knooooooowwwww, I I can't be stooooopped!
(Repeat 4X)