Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

Ma, I think safe to say
You ain't seen a lay this 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

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

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

Bitches wit SP stitches on asses
And left breast
get dressed and toast to the occasion
Cops page 'em, flow so amazing, hot like Cajun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aficionado, so
Wit a confident swagger,
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, haters out my face
And know thing still by my waist

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

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

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

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 stop

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