Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

Ma, I think it's to say
You ain't seen a playa lay way
Or playa this way
Wit a like and ya don't stop

Aficionado, so
Wit a swagger, international
so tight, the girls had to go
And you don't stop,

than your average
Money too long, stash it
In the closet or the
Paper, stretch like

Checks advances, the bank can't cash it
So the price for that, ask it
sign my name or pop plastic
Hating ass cops wanna 'em
for a glock in the pocket of his fashion

Bitches wit SP on they asses
And they left
Let's get dressed and to the occasion
couldn't page 'em, flow so amazing, hot like Cajun

You fucking wit the
Pop on champ' like I just took the chip
Nigga took the stand when he coulda the 5th
Yeah, eat a dick wit on the tip
Keep my off ya lips, not guilty

Ma, I it's safe to say
You ain't seen a lay this way
Or playa this way
Wit a attitude and ya don't stop

Aficionado, so
Wit a confident swagger,
Game so tight, the had to go
And you stop, stop

I said, I'm sicka than your
Keep three like the Mavericks
to the point like Nash is fucking wit a savage
Niggaz they luck, get bucked like ashes

Three suits, linen fabrics
quarter croc, sharper than a pastor
B Sig bring the to the masses
Of rap bastards who gives street passes

One shooting can lead to caskets
Jump suits, state boots, at three stabbings
You softer than a Classic
Folding under pressure confronted by them badges

I was taught, stay low and keep
Po only know that was answered
Keep a number on the high lawyer
five ways now days, everybody saw ya

Ma, I think it's to say
You ain't seen a lay this way
Or game this way
Wit a attitude and ya don't stop

Aficionado, so
Wit a swagger, international
Game so tight, the had to go
And you don't stop,

Now, toast to the man that when he get out
he gon' do them thangs that he rap about
A true playa phar real, stay out my face
And know that thing still by my

Now, let's toast to the man when he get out
That he do them thangs that he rap about
A playa phar real, haters stay out my face
And know that thing by my waist

Once again, I'm sicker 'em all
Niggaz, see C's shitting in they drawers
When I in the door, stop the blood clot crying
the piss off the floor

The ape is back, my gate is
My and my cuffs is off
Yeah, I'm on them bricks
Raise your cups and your glass
And let's to the boy B Mack
Yeah, I'm in the mix

Ma, I think safe to say
You ain't seen a playa lay way
Or playa game way
Wit a attitude like and ya stop

Aficionado, so
Wit a confident swagger,
so tight, the girls had to go
And you stop, stop