Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Be Stopped

knooooooowwwww, I know I be stooooopped!

1]
Yea, uh, Deala, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...
The definition of trillness, the South
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 block
Bronson, a young fly nigga straight out the
Candy paint on Monte in the decks where I'm from
Remember when I was first from pullin' the first grab
Or when the crack came I was the nigga with the first
Who wants the 'yours truly', y'all school me
Put so coke on the streets, Pepsi tried to sue me
Wearin' a throwback, I dropped and ? crack
And if I can't rap, the trap is where I'll go
This just one dimension, of a nigga
now welcomed to the dawnin of a new beginnin
I'm the quarterback of crack it's logical
Don't want that yay, switch up the plate, call me the honorable
Deala not yo average ridin' bitch nigga
I'm like a Benz 6 ridin' sick nigga
You know you the ??? darkskinned, tatted
??? spark ten, gatted
C'mon dawg, you can't fuck me, leave it alone
I got killaz on standby, and it's on
If truly is a game then I'm the legend who wrote it
And be careful 'cause the bases the only thing loaded

I knooooooowwwww, I I can't be stooooopped!

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

2]
Chrome wheelz on the 600, nuthin' but
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 shit's not out
Okay, you dropped a lil' album, still got no
I made more in a month 'Cris ad libs
Do a background on me, see how I live
Don't let that Mac spit homey, think of yo kids
hea, we for real, not just wordz and a rap
Deala bitch! The same love in the burbs or the
I can bang witchu, slang witchu, when I need to
somethin', cop somethin', slide when I need to
You don't me and all the warz that I've fought
In the club, fuck the bottle, whole bar bought
Bronson! I'ma made man, you do the
All you is middle school, see me in college
Pussy rimz are not legal, 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 Tity some drama
And Tit' needs to get the title let the respect
On every block I been on, not only the
It's the same shit, different day, I'm in my ways
DTP, we run the streets I'm stuck in the grave

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