Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

Ma, I think safe 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 confident swagger,
so tight, the girls had to go
And you stop, stop

Sicka your average
Money too long, can't it
In the or the mattress
Paper, stretch elastic

Checks from advances, the bank can't it
So the for that, never ask it
sign my name or pop plastic
Hating ass cops wanna 'em
Searching for a glock in the of his fashion

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

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

Ma, I think 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 swagger, international
so tight, the girls had to go
And you don't stop,

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

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

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

I was taught, low and keep blasting
Po know questions that was answered
Keep a number on the high price
It's five ways now days, saw ya

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

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

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

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

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

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 don't

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