Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

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

Verse One: Too $hort,

From nineteen-eighty, eighty-eight
I Don't Rappin like my first tapes
I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo'
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 ain't 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, bumpin beats
Eighty-eight, my wasn't 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 my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic
$hort Dawg, I don't why you tryin to leave this game
to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than niggaz movin weight
The game good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

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

Verse MJG, Too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get right
In this rap life, I paid my
Learn how to crawl, I walk
I learned how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just work for me
Matter of it did it worse for me
eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
It can do hurt to me
So I sucked up my pressure, and my pride
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 thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we
When you raised up, I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, before I had a daughter, or a lady
was rappin, lyrics, I love 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 bitch I can't stop
I live the fast of a MC
and I sell a lot of records pimp beats
I do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the
I always, get my sucked on the highway

Three: Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) a hoe
Unless that hoe is breakin me off dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this is goin
I wrote all my shit, but always talkin bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to 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, 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 pretend to be
so why should we, settle down
Leave the put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you
Give up the life of and vogues
Hell no, it gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your mind
[TS] Pimp bitch
[8B] and MJG, now what you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
[TS] It's old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] Straight 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!