Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop the Shine

Don't you that G Rap's straight thuggin
And you know you can't the shine

[Kool G
Uhh, uhh
Kool G Rap, Underworld,

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

Uhh, uhh
Daddy Bigbucks, got the cal' tucked
Giovanni tux, see the Cristal erupt
Be up at the bar what? Diamonds, and cut
The sluts get wonder if the car's what
the new BM, rimmed up, the truck
Feet be like skinned up in only gator
For fly get hemmed up, she got the Jada cuts
These cats pushin they up, they can't hate enough
They countin I spend up, already made enough
to live plush, you must eat out a fat of mush
Got what you lust, the smothered with slush
Yours covered with rust, diamonds studded dust
Mine with crush, rides big as a bus
plus, what can you and your crew do to us
but look in disgust, to seize the shinin sea
coppin 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 some shit shot and breeze
Attractin these chicks mixed, and japanese
And these nitwits, with fat stacks of G's
Bag your rat, she should lack, the back of threes
On her knees, see semen than 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, whatcha do?
[GR] When you see and can't stop the shine
wine from up a little grapevine
Too much ice up on the to tell the time
[mj] gonna do, whatcha gonna do?
[GR] When you see me up in the 6 with a
Yeah, of all kinds, mad concubines
Will you cock the and sneak me from behind?

G Rap]
My jet leaves, to the beaches in the West Keys
With jet skis, only sex G's, with
and Lex G-S-3's, cheese to 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, of the week of the ? G's
Bangladesh G's, on the side of the Red Sea
The lefty, sippin Remi inside the
Jew-els shinin, holdin what you fell behind in
Mink with silk linin, penetrate right through
hymen, handle a nine like I'm Lex Diamond
Organized crimin, bank rolls yeah we get
Fly clothes, those, spot foes then we hit those
The whole click glow, the sickoes
with the chick-o's, hit the ones with the
Hollow tops spit those, let the dough
Leave no profile, drama wild leave you layin Castellano
? llama cows, whole click be kinda wild
On a mission, get the death end up missin

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