Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

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

One: Too $hort, Eightball

From nineteen-eighty, through
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 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, stick 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 ridin on twenties wearin 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 havin
opportunity, for you and me to it on
Two years ago, I thought be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga
Smokin white boys, 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
I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$hort Dawg, I know why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty and plenty money to make
raps, makin more 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 and make this loot

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

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

Verse MJG, Too $hort

I had to sacrifice, get things
In this rap life, I paid my
how to crawl, before I walk
Then I learned how to tie my
crime, but it just didn't 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 this rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin
Hell this music thing is all I got, I makin straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be nigga, only to be different
So all the shit you think we are, the shit that we isn't
When you raised up, where I come from, it out is a blessing
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, what you see, on TV, is
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I this game

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

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 what I owe
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 hoes
or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po'
got flow, MJG

Here comes the one 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 pimps of the industry, shit people to be
Fuck so why should we, down
Leave the kitchen put the down
Stop from fillin all you
Give up the life of and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, shit too deep
So I hooked up my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your mind
[TS] 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 tricks it's too late
It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] Straight smokin baby, em up fat
[TS] to Houston, we still 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
Suave House
[8B] I that!