Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

Mack excuse me playboy
Aiight check out aiight nigga check this out
We right that mean you my partner in crime

Like that check this out let's let 'em know
You niggas should've been plugged up
From L.A. to the Bay you understand we doin' big
Big thangs mothafucka big fool, check it out

One O this E. Feezee, I gotta, I gotta
Thank my math teacher Count
For just a brother to you know
Count his marbles you know, what about

You see I stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the
365, 7 days I crack pays
My estates guarded by pit bulls and AK's

I'm straight cookin' them thangs, movin' weight like I
'Cause a nigga livin' don't mean he went Hollywood
Dog I practice my craft so year I get better
To stay ghetto and clever and be richer than

Fonzerelli man I you was a rebel, I am but tell me this then
Why you up out the ghetto mothafucka I am the ghetto
I beg yo pardon nigga I was grindin' tryin to take off heads
Flossin' and fuckin' hoes you was in kindergarten

Nigga this ain't Lenny and Squiggy this E-Feezee & Mack
with Italian, Romaine pasta, chicken Tortellini
Thirty odd six custodian, with the
Far from no shit no joke

Southern up North see we be rollin'
Make a bitch a gun report it stolen
Plead the 5th but don't snitch, no 'cause they're po po
And they mami know 12 gage equipment can be traced

Stand on ya bunions nigga try to get caught in his drawers
'Cause them 223's be through walls
Plus I got warrants and shit pay child support
Thinkin' about town movin' to Shreveport

You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a
I need a super bad and a house on the hill
L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin'
Make a purchase a gun report it stolen

You see I can't stop I won't 'til I check a mil'
I a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
See you my dude right mean we pa'tnas in crime
It's Fonzarelli and Mack Dime Bitch

Forty I'm the one bro that's in the mix like
Now how can I stay and make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas we got bigger figures
Now throw the top back on the 'Rarri and bang gears on these

And watch what the money you about niggas that don't know you
Busters is gone real G's is happy foe ya
It's Mack Dime on the grind fool my time to shine
Now would you kick back and let me get mine

Causin' havoc sparkin' up chaos the ruckus heavy metal heaters
Mobb, under buckets if ya can't beat us then join us get on the
Streetsweepers grenades rifles and M1 car
Dice games craps bets over car titlespink slips cash
out for rival gang members beefin'
Bad weather but it all boils down to who got the paper

You see I can't stop I stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a bad bitch and a house on the hill
From L.A. to the Yay see we be
a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen

You see I can't stop I won't 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a on the hill
See you my dude right that we pa'tnas in crime
Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime Bitch

I shoot 'em up like syringes I what real ends is
Lo Harley Davis and big body Benzes
been faded so far on my wrist
I got a R hundred thousand dollar car I push the caviar

So what's up what you need everybody up
Got that 2 for 1 special with the rock called up
So get lit a hit shop is open all day
From L.A. to the Bay it's 10 and E-Fortaay

Sometimes I if it's worth this
Fuckin' with the law tryna make it look
I'm runnin' a legitimate tow service
With a 'Just Say No to Drug' sticker on the back window

Knowin' I smokin' a gang of Indo
Around the corner four houses down the way way
a right and then a left
Over there by and when ya get there page me

Punch in how much you spend
Seperate the 20's from the 1's, 5's and
Slick, sly, narcotic vendors
Always do business in centers
Buck 'em 'em, stuck 'em don't ever fuck me
Hate 'em, bleed 'em, love 'em shit can get

You see I can't I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad and a house on the hill
From L.A. to the Yay see we be
Make a bitch purchase a gun it stolen

You see I can't I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a on the hill
See you my dude right that we pa'tnas in crime
It's Forty and Mack Dime Bitch

Who bang, who ride, who bang, who ride, who ride, who
Who be ridin', who be bangin' ride nigga
Who bang, who ride, who bang, who ride, who ride, who
Who be ridin' who be bangin' ride nigga

Fuck 'em and 'em cold sardines, cold sardines
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em sardines, fuck 'em
'em, fuck 'em cold sardines