Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop the Shine

Don't you know that G Rap's 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
style tux, see the Cristal erupt
Be up at the bar Diamonds, carved and cut
The sluts get starstruck wonder if the what
the new BM, rimmed up, the Navigator
Feet be like skinned up in gator stuff
For fly mami get up, she got the Jada cuts
These pushin they lens up, they can't hate enough
countin what I spend up, already made enough
to live plush, you must eat out a fat plate of
Got you lust, the Bulgari smothered with slush
Yours covered rust, diamonds studded with dust
Mine flooded crush, rides big as a bus
Thirty-two plus, 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 some shit shot and breeze
these chicks mixed, black and japanese
And slappin nitwits, with fat stacks of G's
Bag your rat, she should lack, the back of threes
On her knees, see more semen than all the seas
She goldminin, lookin for new designin
Rings with rocks cause my world started shinin, uhh

missjones and G Rap

[mj] Whatcha gonna do, gonna do?
[GR] you see mines and can't stop the shine
Sippin wine from up a little
Too ice up on the wrist to tell the time
[mj] Whatcha 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 Keys
With jet skis, only sex G's, with
and Lex G-S-3's, to bless G
Baguettes be the ice makin my neck and freeze
Vietnamese, G's with wet beads
in sets of three, breasts in 3-D that slept 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 behind in
shit with silk linin, penetrate right through
your hymen, handle a nine like I'm Lex
Organized crimin, rolls yeah we get those
Fly clothes, slip those, spot then we hit those
The whole glow, click the sickoes
with the chick-o's, hit the ones the six-oh's
Hollow tops spit those, let the pile
Leave no profile, drama wild leave you layin Castellano
with ? llama cows, whole click be kinda
On a mission, get the death kiss end up

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