Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop the Shine

Don't you know that G straight thuggin
And you know you can't stop the

G Rap]
Uhh, uhh
Kool G Rap, Underworld,

(Whatcha do, whatcha gonna do?)
Whattup, whattup,

Uhh, uhh
Daddy Bigbucks, got the forty-five cal'
style tux, see the Cristal erupt
Be up at the bar Diamonds, carved and cut
The sluts get starstruck wonder if the car's
the new BM, rimmed up, the truck
Feet be like skinned up in gator stuff
For fly mami get hemmed up, she got the cuts
These cats they lens up, they can't hate enough
They countin what I up, already made enough
to plush, you must eat out a fat plate of mush
Got what you lust, the Bulgari smothered slush
Yours covered with rust, studded with dust
Mine flooded with crush, big as a bus
plus, what can you and your crew do to us
but look in disgust, plot to seize the sea
From the V-T-W-E-L-V-E
Pissed off at G's but we don't in knockin knees
We cock and squeeze, and leave shit shot and breeze
Attractin these chicks mixed, black and
And these nitwits, with fat stacks of G's
Bag your rat, she lack, grabbin the back of threes
On her knees, see more semen all the seven seas
She goldminin, for new fashion designin
Rings with blindin cause my world started shinin, uhh

Chorus: and G Rap

[mj] Whatcha gonna do, gonna do?
[GR] When you see mines and can't stop the
Sippin from up a little grapevine
Too much ice up on the wrist to the time
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?
[GR] you see me up in the 6 with a dime
Yeah, chicks of all kinds, mad
you cock the nine and sneak me from behind?

[Kool G
My jet leaves, down to the beaches in the West
With jet skis, only sex G's, with
and Lex G-S-3's, to bless G
Baguettes be the ice makin my and chest freeze
Vietnamese, Tibetan G's wet beads
in sets of three, in 3-D that slept with me
The sexy, beauty of the of the ? G's
G's, on the other side of the Red Sea
The lefty, Remi inside the Pepsi
Jew-els shinin, holdin down you fell behind in
Mink shit with linin, penetrate right through
your hymen, a nine like I'm Lex Diamond
crimin, bank rolls yeah we get those
Fly clothes, slip those, foes then we hit those
The whole glow, click the sickoes
with the chick-o's, hit the with the six-oh's
Hollow tops spit those, let the dough
Leave no profile, drama wild you layin Castellano style
with ? llama cows, whole click be kinda
On a mission, get the death end up missin

Chorus w/ to end