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 Too $hort, Eightball

From nineteen-eighty, eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to em instantly (instantly)
One look, you tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to with me
Every night, sold out, turnin hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick 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 on twenties wearin nice clothes
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, Flex and J, on Street
Smokin white boys, dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, raps
All about my snaps, to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in chronic main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty to make
raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and this loot

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

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

Verse MJG, Too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get right
In this rap life, I my dues
how to crawl, before I walk
Then I how to tie my shoes
crime, but it just didn't work for me
Matter of it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, weak one time ya hard
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
alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in
And ain't up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the that 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 ever learn they
My first love, even 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 loose anything, I love this game

I won't stop rappin, I don't rappin
I make too much money bitch I can't rappin
I live the life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records makin beats
I could do a show tonight and ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, late and smoke weed
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, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten
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 call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The tree-high, leaf, helps me to get higher
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all be
the pimps of the industry, shit pretend to be
Fuck so why should we, settle
Leave the put the kettles down
Stop from all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this too deep
So I hooked up with my so we can all get rich, nigga

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