Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

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

Verse Too $hort, Eightball

nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em (instantly)
One look, you could it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young
Tell her baby, no doubt, this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin clothes
but nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin
opportunity, for you and me to it on
Two ago, I thought 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 like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin
All about my snaps, tryin to put and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bad bitches
Kickin it with niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for 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 this game
State to state, plenty hoes and money to make
Writing raps, makin more than niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know muhfucka bless you
for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

[TS] I won't rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I stop rappin
[8B] We presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I stop rappin
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I drive 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 things
In rap life, I paid my dues
Learn how to crawl, before I
Then I learned how to tie my
Tryin crime, but it just work for me
Matter of fact it did it 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 realized that this rap shit was gon help me to
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be
So all the shit you think we are, the shit that we isn't
you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn lessons
My first love, even I had a daughter, or a lady
was rappin, lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I this game

I won't stop rappin, I don't stop
I make too much money bitch I stop rappin
I the fast life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records makin pimp
I could do a 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
that hoe is breakin 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 bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real 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 or hoe, rich or po'
got flow, MJG

Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, will retire
The tree-high, leaf, helps me to get higher
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all be
the of the industry, shit people pretend to be
so why should we, settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles
Stop from fillin all you
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
Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for tricks it's 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 doin it like this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] on the funk
Dangerous Music, uhh
[TS] House
[8B] I that!