Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

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

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

Sicka than average
too long, can't stash it
In the closet or the
Paper, stretch like

from advances, the bank can't cash it
So the price for that, ask it
Just sign my or pop plastic
Hating ass wanna harass 'em
Searching for a glock in the of his fashion

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

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

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

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

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

piece suits, linen fabrics
Three quarter croc, than a pastor
B Sig bring the light to the
Of these rap bastards who gives street

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

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

Ma, I think it's to say
You seen a playa 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

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

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

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

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

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

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