Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

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

Verse Too $hort, Eightball

From nineteen-eighty, through
I Don't Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to em instantly (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 bunch of fine tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of
Always up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm on twenties wearin nice clothes
but ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of
I'm so glad, to get to the of havin this
opportunity, for you and me to it on
Two ago, I thought it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Street
Smokin white boys, dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad
it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them thugs
Niggaz who 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 leave this
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 let's get out here and this loot

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

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

Verse MJG, Too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get right
In rap life, I paid my dues
Learn how to crawl, I walk
Then I learned how to tie my
Tryin crime, but it didn't work for me
Matter of it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya
It can do hurt to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my
And realized that rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
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
you raised up, where 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 love you, my
MJG, you see, on TV, is fame
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 the fast life of a MC
and I a lot of records makin pimp beats
I could do a tonight and make ten G's
til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, in the driveway
I always, get my dick on the highway

Verse 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 shit is
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always 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 fuck all 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, green leaf, me to get higher
and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
the of the industry, shit people pretend to be
Fuck so why should we, down
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop fillin all you hoes
up the life of trues and vogues
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 what you me
$hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these it's too late
[TS] It's that old school all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
Straight smokin 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,
T-Mix on the funk
[8B] Music, uhh
[TS] House
[8B] I that!