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 can't be
And how I came to be the man on every block
Bronson, a young fly nigga straight out the
paint on Monte Carlos in the decks where I'm from
Remember when I was first back from pullin' the grab
Or when the crack came I was the nigga with the slam
Who the 'yours truly', y'all cannot 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 trap is where go back
This just one dimension, of a nigga
now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginnin
I'm the quarterback of crack because logical
Don't want that yay, I'll up the plate, call me the honorable
Deala not yo average dick ridin' nigga
I'm more like a 6 ridin' sick nigga
You you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted
??? spark ten, heavily
C'mon dawg, you fuck with me, leave it alone
I got killaz on standby, breathe and on
If this truly is a game then I'm the legend who it
And be careful 'cause the ain't the only thing loaded

I knooooooowwwww, I I can't be stooooopped!

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

2]
Chrome on the 600, nuthin' but wood
I-Double, DTP, we ain't but hood
You still tryina get a deal, but yo 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 'Cris ad libs
Do a check on me, see how I live
Don't let that Mac ground spit homey, of yo kids
Down hea, we for real, not wordz and a rap
Deala bitch! The love in the burbs or the trap
I can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride I need to
Drop somethin', cop somethin', slide when I to
You don't know me and all the that I've fought
In the club, fuck the bottle, whole bar bought
Bronson! made man, you do the knowledge
All you is just school, see me in college
Pussy rimz are not legal, a learnin' permit
Me, I ride on men and the mirror's the tint
Y'all niggaz not quiet Ludacris, near Shawnna
A ??? Fate, and Tity some otha drama
And Tit' needs to get the title let the respect
On every block I on, not only the deck
It's the shit, different day, I'm stuck in my ways
DTP, we run the streets until I'm stuck in the

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