Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

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

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

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

Checks from advances, the bank cash it
So the for that, never ask it
Just sign my name or pop
Hating ass wanna harass 'em
for a glock in the pocket of his fashion

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

You fucking wit the
Pop corks on champ' 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,
so tight, the girls had to go
And you stop, stop

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

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

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

I was taught, stay low and blasting
Po only know questions was answered
a number on the high price lawyer
It's ways now days, everybody saw ya

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

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

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

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

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

The ape is back, my gate is
My jumpsuit and my is off
Yeah, I'm back on bricks
Raise your and raise your glass
And toast to the boy B Mack
Yeah, I'm in the mix

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

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