Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

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

One: 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 bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young
Tell her baby, no doubt, this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin clothes
but nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a life, in my pursuit of happiness
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 Saratoga
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 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
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy
Deliverin hot shit 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 know why you to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin
The game been to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

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

Verse MJG, Too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get things
In this rap life, I paid my
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, weak one time ya hard
It can only do to me
So I up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon me to survive
Stay alive, go with the but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin A's in school
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we
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, even before I had a daughter, or a
was rappin, sweet lyrics, I you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is
But the I let loose almost anything, I love this game

I won't stop rappin, I don't stop
I make too much money bitch I can't rappin
I live the life of a MC
and I sell a lot of makin pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep and smoke weed
Three in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my dick on the highway

Three: Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) a hoe
Unless hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout I owe them
But I'm show them, real niggaz stand 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 comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all be
the pimps of the industry, people pretend to be
Fuck so why should we, settle
Leave the kitchen put the down
Stop from all you hoes
Give up the of trues and vogues
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 motherfuckin mind
[TS] shit bitch
Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks too late
[TS] It's that old pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it this
[8B] Yea, New to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix on the
[8B] Music, uhh
[TS] Suave
I love that!