Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

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

Verse One: Too $hort,

From nineteen-eighty, eighty-eight
I Don't Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice
but ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin
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, Flex and J, on Saratoga
Smokin boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad
Kickin it rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them
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 that muhfucka bless you
for passin game, now let's get out here 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 stop rappin
We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop
[TS] I got too much money I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a different bitches when I drop new tapes

Two: MJG, Too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get right
In this rap life, I paid my
Learn how to crawl, I walk
Then I how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just didn't for me
Matter of it did it worse for me
eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
It can only do to me
So I sucked up my pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon me to survive
Stay alive, go the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we
When you raised up, 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, even before I had a daughter, or a
was rappin, lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let loose anything, I love this game

I won't stop rappin, I stop rappin
I make too money bitch I can't stop rappin
I the fast life of a MC
and I sell a lot of makin pimp beats
I do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke
Three cars in my garage, truck in the
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 ain't knowin, how far shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe
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 the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The tree-high, green leaf, me to get higher
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all be
the pimps of the industry, people pretend to be
Fuck so why we, settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles
Stop from fillin all you
up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, 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] and MJG, now what you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, Cadillac 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 from Memphis, to
Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Age forever, nigga
[TS] on the funk
Dangerous Music, uhh
[TS] House
I love that!