Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

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

One: Too $hort, Eightball

From nineteen-eighty, eighty-eight
I Stop Rappin like my first 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 on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick dick in yo' mouth
I a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz all the time
Now I'm ridin on wearin nice clothes
but nuttin 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 ago, I thought it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky, and J, on Saratoga 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 sellin n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin
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
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the with them drugs
my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this
State to state, hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, more than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out and make this loot

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

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

Verse Two: MJG, Too

I had to sacrifice, get things
In rap life, I paid my dues
Learn how to crawl, I walk
Then I how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just work for me
Matter of it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one ya hard
It can do hurt to me
So I up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin
Hell this thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a
Cause half the cats, where I come from, ever learn they lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a
was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my
MJG, you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I this game

I won't stop rappin, I stop rappin
I too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I live the life of a MC
and I a lot of records makin 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 on the highway

Three: Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) a hoe
that 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 stand on they own ten
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to 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, will retire
The tree-high, leaf, helps me to get higher
and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
the of the industry, shit people pretend to be
so why should we, settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles
Stop fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too
So I up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin
Pimp shit bitch
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
Nuthin 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, right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] on the funk
[8B] Music, uhh
[TS] House
[8B] I that!