Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

[8B] Space, baby
[TS] Right right right
One time
Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how like it baby, nigga you can't retire!

One: Too $hort, Eightball

From nineteen-eighty, eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first
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 sleep me
Every night, out, turnin young hoes
her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on wearin nice clothes
but ain't nuttin pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of this
opportunity, for you and me to it on
Two ago, I thought it'd be my last song

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

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

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

Two: MJG, Too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get things
In rap life, I paid my dues
Learn how to crawl, I walk
Then I how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just work for me
Matter of it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya
It can do hurt to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my
And realized that this rap shit was gon me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin
Hell this music is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be nigga, only to be different
So all the shit you think we are, the shit that we isn't
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a
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, lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let almost anything, I love this game

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

Verse Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) a hoe
Unless that hoe is me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz knowin, how far this shit is goin
I all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these
Friend or foe, a or hoe, rich or po'
got flow, MJG

Here comes the one they the P-I, M-P, never will retire
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 should we, settle
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you
Give up the life of trues and
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, shit too deep
So I hooked up my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin
[TS] Pimp shit
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now what you me
[TS] Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too
It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix on the
[8B] Music, uhh
[TS] Suave
[8B] I that!