Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

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

One: Too $hort, Eightball

From nineteen-eighty, through
I Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em (instantly)
One look, you tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour 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 this 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 good life, in my pursuit of
I'm so glad, to get to the point of this
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 straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, raps
All my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy
Deliverin hot shit like Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$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 good to me, and I know that muhfucka you
Thanks for passin game, now 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 can't rappin
[8B] We some presidential players, with by the layers
[8B] nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop
[TS] I got too much bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred bitches when I drop new tapes

Verse MJG, Too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get things
In this rap life, I my dues
Learn how to crawl, before I
Then I learned how to tie my
Tryin crime, but it didn't work 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 that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I 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 from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't learn they lessons
My first love, 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 I let loose almost anything, I love this game

I won't stop rappin, I don't stop
I make too much money I can't stop rappin
I live the fast 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
cars 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
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 talkin bout I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my to fuck all these hoes
or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po'
got flow, MJG

Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will
The tree-high, leaf, helps me to get higher
and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
the of the industry, shit people pretend to be
Fuck so why should we, down
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from all you hoes
Give up the of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this too deep
So I hooked up my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for motherfuckin mind
[TS] shit bitch
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now what you me
[TS] Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for tricks it's too late
[TS] It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to
[8B] Straight smokin baby, em up fat
[TS] to Houston, we still doin it like this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Age forever, nigga
[TS] on the funk
Dangerous Music, uhh
[TS] Suave
I love that!