Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

Explain yourself, how you like me?
the muthafucking P
that your mee lo
playing games like youre
in a tight like speedos
you can have it your way Carlito
my will be happy to give you torpedos
and you car twisted like a blunt
for you ass niggas that like to front
Im on some BBC bape
Im on some cake
in the kitchen with the heat beats in my apron
you hating and you to erase it
close your eyes when you know you cant it
my flow interrupts your
I Rolls Royce it on a regular
you talk street shit it like sweet shit
straight liquorice you niggas ticklish
80k for the Hermes dream
coke n crop in all magazines
strike yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my niggas freon
you on my pecan
she got an ass you can eat on
try to tough like the leather on a Vuiton
I hit it til I seat on
try to get her on
ask me to R ya and get peed on
I said it aint me
that 8 behind me got the burner
yes the is stilll black like Sojourner
truth, I mighta loosened a tooth
spittin I did in the booth
Im out, pooof!

[Lupe
Carrera, raised in a mutant ninja turtle era
waanna bear n tell the truth, I ya
ya lie, so eat these whole of these jalapeno peppers
for terror in america too live
the property or give me my props properly
high off life this technology, DeVry
I rep Muhammad Ali more like
my policys not to be dishonestly
so gimme that, that, keep going
where my city at, Im like and fries but never die
they Ghostface wanna be me
but they will post follow me into the after life
that means you going after Ive
but Im the hero sort of like Jack
so someway somehow I have
ha ha
who is he we see coming over the tides
in a speed boat, load of pride
Fall of Rome, shirted and mastermind tie
he what happens when rappping and the fashion collide
so OMG is the "C" from the C-R-S at you haters
tell your BFFs

West:]
Yes, Mr West that new child rebel
loud as a badass child
who need a chorus we through with a
its been a year with no phone
could you how high is your zone
well take the plane rub his in cocaine
theres hoes in magazines you sayin you lame
and for the hate in advance, pull your pants
make em kiss cheeks like we living in France
Diamonds blue, managers Jewish
and if I get sued my Jews
some do, grab the cojones
say you got diamonds to at least Sierra Loan-us
brand new ferraris I gotta make the
C-R-S is a hip hop Christmas bonus
is hating on the internet I couldnt tell
I was too busy rapping GOOD as
I was too flying, parasail!
tell collect to get the new that Paris sell
Tarantino, Da Vinci, Benjis, get half off Fendi
of thats to Cindys
hoped out the on my Mork and Mindy
popped too many to let you dorks offend me
in New York but Chi towns the city
get my hoochies Gucci, Monica Belluccis
are the real millionnaires or the bendis?
Im so ultra Im even Oprah
but let me check account, haha no sir

stop, dont stop...