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!

Verse One: Too $hort,

From nineteen-eighty, eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of
Always fucked up in bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice
but nuttin 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 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 boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets straight, but I was makin 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 and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the with them drugs
my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$hort Dawg, I know why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than niggaz movin weight
The game good to me, and I know that muhfucka 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 stop rappin
I got too much 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 that can us
[TS] I won't rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't rappin
[MJ] I fast cars, eat lunch 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 just didn't for me
Matter of it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein one time ya hard
It can only do to me
So I up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but be no muhfuckin fool
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 learn 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 don't rappin
I too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I the fast life of a MC
and I a lot of records makin pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and 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

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 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 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 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 fillin all you
up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too
So I hooked up my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga

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