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 definition of trillness, outta the
Just that real shit, not anotha runnin' his mouth
Pay attention, I'll explain why I be stopped
And how I came to be the man on every neighborhood
Bronson, a young fly nigga out the slums
Candy paint on Monte Carlos in the decks I'm from
Remember I was first back from pullin' the first grab
Or when the came I was the nigga with the first slam
Who wants the 'yours truly', y'all cannot me
Put so much coke on the streets, Pepsi to sue me
Wearin' a throwback, I dropped and ? crack
And if I rap, the trap is where I'll go back
just one dimension, of a nigga spittin
You're now to the dawnin of a new beginnin
I'm the quarterback of crack because logical
want that yay, I'll switch up the plate, call me the honorable
Deala not yo average dick ridin' nigga
I'm more like a Benz 6 ridin' sick
You know you the ??? darkskinned, tatted
??? spark ten, gatted
C'mon dawg, you can't with me, leave it alone
I got killaz on standby, breathe and on
If this is a game then I'm the legend who wrote it
And be careful 'cause the ain't the only thing 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 but hood
You still get a deal, but yo time's runnin' out
You in yo ass, the shit's not comin' out
Okay, you dropped a lil' album, still got no
I more in a month doin 'Cris ad libs
Do a background check on me, see how I
Don't let that Mac ground homey, think of yo kids
Down hea, we for real, not just and a rap
Deala bitch! The same love in the burbs or the
I can bang witchu, slang witchu, when I need to
Drop somethin', cop somethin', when I need to
You know me and all the warz that I've fought
In the club, the bottle, whole bar gets bought
Bronson! I'ma man, you do the knowledge
All you is just middle school, see me in
Pussy rimz are not legal, fuck a learnin'
Me, I ride on grown men and the mirror's the
Y'all niggaz not 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 the deck
It's the same shit, day, I'm stuck in my ways
DTP, we run the streets until I'm in the grave

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