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, the South
Just that shit, not anotha nigga runnin' his mouth
Pay attention, I'll explain why I can't be
And how I came to be the man on every neighborhood
Bronson, a young fly straight out the slums
Candy paint on Monte Carlos in the where I'm from
Remember I was first back from pullin' the first grab
Or when the crack came I was the nigga with the slam
Who wants the 'yours truly', y'all school me
Put so much coke on the streets, Pepsi to sue me
a throwback, I dropped faces and ? crack
And if I can't rap, the is where I'll go back
This just one dimension, of a spittin
You're now welcomed to the dawnin of a new
I'm the quarterback of crack it's logical
Don't that yay, I'll switch up the plate, call me the honorable
Deala not yo average ridin' bitch nigga
I'm more like a 6 ridin' sick nigga
You you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted
??? spark ten, heavily
dawg, you can't fuck with me, leave it alone
I got killaz on standby, and it's on
If this 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 can't be stopped, I be stopped!)

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

I knooooooowwwww, I know I be stooooopped!
(Repeat 4X)