Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

[8B] Space, baby
Right right right right
[8B] One
Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you retire!

One: Too $hort, Eightball

From nineteen-eighty, through
I Don't Stop Rappin my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to 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 of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, this dick in yo' mouth
I a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm on twenties wearin nice clothes
but ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin
I a good 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 Street
white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets 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, writin
All about my snaps, to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bad bitches
Kickin it rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha main
$hort Dawg, I don't why you tryin to leave this game
to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I 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 rappin, I don't stop rappin
I got too much money bitch 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 stop rappin, I don't rappin
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different bitches when I new tapes

Verse Two: MJG, Too

I had to sacrifice, get right
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 scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
It can do hurt to me
So I sucked up my pressure, and my pride
And that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be 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, it out is a blessing
Cause the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, even I had a daughter, or a lady
was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my
MJG, you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love game

I stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I make too much bitch I can't stop rappin
I the fast life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and weed
Three in my garage, truck in the driveway
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 some dough, to hit the
Blowin, niggaz knowin, how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin 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 fuck all these
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, or po'
got flow, MJG

Here comes the one 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 of the industry, shit people pretend to be
Fuck so why should we, down
Leave the put the kettles down
Stop from all you hoes
Give up the of trues and vogues
Hell no, it gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich,

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