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 of trillness, outta the South
that real shit, not anotha nigga runnin' his mouth
Pay attention, I'll why I can't be stopped
And how I came to be the man on neighborhood block
Bronson, a young fly nigga out the slums
Candy paint on Carlos in the decks where I'm from
when I was first back from pullin' the first grab
Or when the crack came I was the nigga with the first
Who wants the 'yours truly', cannot school me
Put so much coke on the streets, tried to sue me
Wearin' a throwback, I faces and ? crack
And if I can't rap, the trap is I'll go back
just one dimension, of a nigga spittin
You're now welcomed to the dawnin of a new
I'm the quarterback of crack because logical
want that yay, I'll switch up the plate, call me the honorable
Deala not yo dick ridin' bitch nigga
I'm more like a Benz 6 ridin' sick
You know you the ??? darkskinned, heavily
??? spark ten, gatted
C'mon dawg, you can't 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 bases ain't the only thing

I knooooooowwwww, I know I be stooooopped!

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

2]
Chrome on the 600, nuthin' but wood
I-Double, DTP, we nuthin' but hood
You still tryina get a deal, but yo time's out
You diarrhea in yo ass, the shit's not out
Okay, you a lil' album, still got no ends
I made in a month doin '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 love in the burbs or the trap
I can bang witchu, slang witchu, ride when I to
somethin', cop somethin', slide when I need to
You don't know me and all the warz that I've
In the club, fuck the bottle, bar gets bought
Bronson! I'ma man, you do the knowledge
All you is middle school, see me in college
Pussy rimz are not legal, fuck a learnin'
Me, I ride on grown men and the 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 block I been 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)