Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop the Shine

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

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

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

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

missjones and G Rap

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

G Rap]
My jet leaves, down to the in the West Keys
jet skis, only sex G's, with S-E's
and Lex G-S-3's, to bless G
Baguettes be the ice makin my and chest freeze
Vietnamese, Tibetan G's with wet
in sets of three, breasts in 3-D that with me
The sexy, of the week of the ? G's
Bangladesh G's, on the side of the Red Sea
The lefty, sippin inside the Pepsi
Jew-els shinin, holdin down what you fell in
Mink shit with silk linin, right through
your hymen, a nine like I'm Lex Diamond
Organized crimin, bank rolls yeah we get
Fly clothes, slip those, spot foes we hit those
The click glow, click the sickoes
with the chick-o's, hit the ones the six-oh's
Hollow tops spit those, let the dough
Leave no profile, drama leave you layin Castellano style
with ? llama cows, click be kinda wild
On a mission, get the kiss end up missin

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