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 real shit, not anotha nigga 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 straight out the slums
Candy paint on Monte Carlos in the decks I'm from
Remember when I was first back from the first grab
Or when the crack came I was the nigga with the slam
Who wants the truly', y'all cannot school me
Put so much on the streets, Pepsi tried to sue me
Wearin' a throwback, I faces and ? crack
And if I can't rap, the trap is where go back
This just one dimension, of a spittin
You're now to the dawnin of a new beginnin
I'm the of crack because 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 Benz 6 ridin' sick
You you the ??? darkskinned, heavily tatted
??? ten, heavily gatted
C'mon dawg, you can't fuck me, leave it alone
I got on standby, breathe and it's 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 know I be stooooopped!

(I be stopped, I can't 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 made more in a month doin ad libs
Do a check on me, see how I live
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 burbs or the
I can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride I need to
somethin', cop somethin', slide 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 made man, you do the
All you is just school, see me in college
Pussy are not legal, fuck a learnin' permit
Me, I on grown men and the mirror's the tint
Y'all niggaz not Ludacris, nowhere near Shawnna
A mill ??? Fate, and Tity otha drama
And needs to get the title let alone 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 I'm stuck in the grave

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