Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

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

Verse One: Too $hort,

From nineteen-eighty, eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin my first tapes
I was broke, I used 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, sold out, turnin hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of
fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin clothes
but ain't nuttin like hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a 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 years ago, I thought it'd be my last

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 ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bad bitches
Kickin it rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore
Niggaz who pimp and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this
State to state, plenty and plenty money to make
Writing raps, more than them niggaz movin weight
The game been to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out and make this loot

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

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

Verse Two: MJG, Too

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

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

Three: Eightball, MJG

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

Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never 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 should we, settle
Leave the put the kettles down
from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and
Hell no, it 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 mind
Pimp shit bitch
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks too late
[TS] It's that old school pimpin all the way Memphis, to Oakland
Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like
[8B] Yea, New to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Age forever, nigga
T-Mix on the funk
[8B] Music, uhh
[TS] House
I love that!