Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

[8B] Space, Age-in
[TS] Right right right
[8B] One
Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you how they like 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 it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep me
Every night, out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo'
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of
Always up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties nice 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 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 white boys, bumpin dopefiend
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 sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in chronic main
$hort Dawg, I don't why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka 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 stop
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the
Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't rappin
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by
[MJ] and meet a different bitches 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, before I
Then I how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it didn't work for me
Matter of fact it did it for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one ya hard
It can only do to me
So I sucked up my pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon me to survive
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 wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the shit you think 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, sweet lyrics, I you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is
But the rapper I let almost anything, I love this game

I won't 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 pimp beats
I could do a show 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 dick sucked on the

Verse Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) a hoe
Unless hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this is goin
I all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, or po'
got flow, MJG

Here the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all be
the pimps of the industry, shit people to be
Fuck so why we, settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles
Stop fillin all you hoes
up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, shit too deep
So I up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin
[TS] shit bitch
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too
[TS] that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix on the
[8B] Music, uhh
Suave House
[8B] I that!