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 One: Too $hort,

nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with (Eazy-E)
A of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of
fucked 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 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 it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga
Smokin boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
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 and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich 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 chronic main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz 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 stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much bitch I can't stop rappin
[8B] We some presidential players, money by the layers
[8B] nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't rappin, I don't 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 bitches when I drop new tapes

Verse Two: MJG, Too

I had to sacrifice, get right
In this rap life, I my dues
how to crawl, before I walk
Then I how to tie my shoes
crime, but it just didn't 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 up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin
Hell music thing is all I got, I ain't 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 shit we isn't
When you raised up, where I from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a
was rappin, lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love game

I won't stop rappin, I don't rappin
I too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I live the life of a MC
and I sell a lot of makin pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and ten G's
til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the
I always, get my dick sucked on the

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 all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on own ten toes
So make all the money, and try my best 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 retire
The tree-high, green leaf, me to get higher
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all 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
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too
So I hooked up with my so we can all get rich, nigga

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for motherfuckin mind
[TS] Pimp bitch
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, Cadillac do's, pimpin 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] Straight baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it this
[8B] Yea, New to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, right, Space Age forever, nigga
T-Mix on the funk
[8B] Music, uhh
[TS] Suave
[8B] I that!