Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

[8B] Space, Age-in
[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 like my first tapes
I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the
Now I'm on twenties wearin nice clothes
but ain't nuttin pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of
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, Flex and J, on Saratoga
Smokin white boys, bumpin beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin n shit
I was there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
All my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bad bitches
Kickin it with 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, more than them niggaz movin weight
The been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
for passin 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 presidential players, with by the layers
[8B] Ain't you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat by lakes
and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes

Verse MJG, Too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get things
In rap life, I paid my dues
Learn how to crawl, I walk
I learned how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just didn't for me
Matter of fact it did it for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya
It can only do to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my
And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin
this music 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 we are, the shit that we isn't
When you raised up, 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, 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 rapper I let almost anything, I love this game

I won't stop rappin, I don't stop
I too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I live the life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records makin beats
I could do a tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke
Three in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my dick 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 ain't knowin, how far shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz talkin bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten
So I'ma all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes
Friend or foe, a or hoe, rich or po'
got flow, MJG

Here the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The tree-high, leaf, helps me to get higher
and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
the pimps of the industry, shit people to be
Fuck so why should we, settle
Leave the kitchen put the kettles
from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and
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 shit
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now you weigh me
[TS] Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
[TS] It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to
[8B] Straight baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like
[8B] Yea, New to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever,
T-Mix on the funk
[8B] Music, uhh
Suave House
[8B] I that!