Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

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

Verse Too $hort, Eightball

From nineteen-eighty, through
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first
I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine tryin to sleep with me
Every night, out, turnin young hoes
her baby, no doubt, stick 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 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 havin
opportunity, for you and me to it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last

Me, Squeaky, and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was it
like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
All about my snaps, to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy
Deliverin hot shit like Hut for them hardcore thugs
who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty to make
Writing raps, makin more than niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for game, now let's get out here and make this loot

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

[TS] I won't stop rappin, I stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money I can't stop rappin
[8B] We some players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass 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 fast cars, eat by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different when I drop new tapes

Two: MJG, Too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get right
In this rap life, I my dues
Learn how to crawl, I walk
Then I how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it didn't work for me
Matter of it did it worse for me
Gettin scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
It can only do to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my
And realized that rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but be no muhfuckin fool
Hell music thing 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 that 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 they
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 rapper I let loose almost anything, I this game

I stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I make too much money bitch I can't stop
I live the life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records makin pimp
I do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the
I always, get my sucked 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 knowin, how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz talkin bout what I owe them
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 or hoe, rich or po'
got flow, MJG

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

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your mind
[TS] shit bitch
[8B] 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 these tricks it's too
[TS] It's that old school all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] 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
[8B] I that!