Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

[8B] Space, baby
[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 Don't Stop Rappin like my first
When I was broke, I to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could 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, sold out, turnin young
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo'
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of
Always up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on wearin nice clothes
but ain't like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin
opportunity, for you and me to it on
Two years ago, I it'd be my last 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 Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin
All about my snaps, 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 drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty to make
Writing raps, more than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

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

Verse MJG, Too $hort

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

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

Three: Eightball, MJG

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

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

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin
[TS] shit bitch
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now what you me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks too late
[TS] It's old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] Straight smokin baby, 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,
T-Mix on the funk
[8B] Music, uhh
[TS] House
[8B] I that!