Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

[8B] Space, Age-in
[TS] right right right
[8B] One
Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how they it baby, nigga you can't retire!

Verse One: Too $hort,

nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to with me
night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this in yo' mouth
I a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties nice clothes
but ain't nuttin pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the of havin this
opportunity, for you and me to it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my song

Me, Squeaky, and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, raps
All about my snaps, to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy
Deliverin hot shit Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to this game
State to state, hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka you
for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

[TS] I stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too money bitch I can't stop rappin
[8B] We some players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do can fade us
I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different bitches I drop new tapes

Verse Two: MJG, Too

I had to sacrifice, get right
In rap life, I paid my dues
how to crawl, before I walk
Then I how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it didn't work for me
of fact it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, weak one time ya hard
It can do hurt to me
So I up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to
Stay alive, go with the but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in
And ain't up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you we are, the shit that we isn't
you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever they lessons
My first love, before I had a daughter, or a lady
was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my
MJG, what you see, on TV, is
But the rapper I let loose anything, I love this game

I won't stop rappin, I don't rappin
I make too much money I can't stop rappin
I live the life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records makin beats
I do a show tonight and make ten G's
til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my sucked on the highway

Verse Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) a hoe
Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin what I owe them
But I'm gon' them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, or po'
got flow, MJG

Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will
The tree-high, green leaf, me to get higher
and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
the of the industry, shit people pretend to be
Fuck so why we, settle down
Leave the put the kettles down
Stop from all you hoes
up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't happen, this shit too deep
So I hooked up with my so we can all get rich, nigga

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin
[TS] Pimp bitch
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
[TS] that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] Straight baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still it like this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever,
[TS] T-Mix on the
Dangerous Music, uhh
[TS] House
[8B] I that!