Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

[8B] Space, baby
[TS] 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 like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo'
I a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin clothes
but ain't like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of
I'm so glad, to get to the of havin this
opportunity, for you and me to it on
Two years ago, I thought be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga
Smokin white boys, bumpin 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 shit and bad bitches
it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot like Pizza 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 and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin
The game been to me, and I know that 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 don't stop
[TS] I got too money bitch I can't stop rappin
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the
[8B] nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I stop rappin
[MJ] I fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new

Two: MJG, Too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get things
In this rap life, I my dues
Learn how to crawl, I walk
I learned how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just work for me
of fact it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya
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 but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I makin straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be
So all the shit that you think we are, the 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, you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I this game

I stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I live the fast of a MC
and I sell a lot of records makin beats
I do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke
Three cars in my garage, in the driveway
I always, get my dick sucked on the

Three: Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) a hoe
Unless 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 what I owe
But I'm gon' show them, niggaz stand on they own ten toes
So make 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 they call the P-I, M-P, never retire
The tree-high, leaf, helps me to get higher
and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
the pimps of the industry, people pretend to be
Fuck so why should we, settle
Leave the put the kettles down
from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of and vogues
no, it ain't gon' 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] Eightball and MJG, now 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 smokin baby, em up fat
[TS] to Houston, we still doin it like this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, right, Space Age forever, nigga
T-Mix on the funk
[8B] Music, uhh
Suave House
[8B] I that!