Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

Explain yourself, how you sound me?
the muthafucking P
that your mee lo
playing games youre cee-lo
in a tight like speedos
you can have it way like Carlito
my nigga will be happy to give you
and have you car twisted a blunt
for you faggot ass niggas like to front
Im on some BBC bape
Im on some shit
in the kitchen with the heat beats in my apron
you hating and you to erase it
your eyes when you know you cant take it
my flow your homeostasis
I Rolls it on a regular basis
you talk street shit it sound sweet shit
straight liquorice you niggas sound
80k large for the dream
coke n in all your magazines
strike yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my niggas like
you bitches on my
she got an ass you can eat on
try to play tough like the 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 still got the
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 teenage mutant turtle era
bear n tell the truth, I dare ya
ya lie, so eat these whole bottle of these jalapeno
for terror made in too live
the property or give me my props properly
high off this high technology, DeVry
I rep Muhammad Ali more rapology
my not to be dishonestly deprived
so gimme that, gimme that, going
where my city at, Im steak and fries but never die
they Ghostface wanna be me
but they post haste follow me into the after life
that means you right after Ive
but Im the hero of like Jack Sparrow
so someway somehow I survived
ha ha
who is he that we see coming the tides
in a speed boat, load of pride
of Rome, dress shirted and mastermind tie
he happens when rappping and happen the fashion collide
so OMG is the "C" from the C-R-S at you haters
tell BFFs like

[Kanye
Yes, Mr West turn that new rebel
loud as a badass level
who need a chorus we with a tyrannosaurus
its been a year with no phone
could you explain how high is your
well take the plane rub his in cocaine
theres hoes in magazines you lame sayin you
and for the hate in advance, down your pants
em kiss both cheeks like we living in France
Diamonds blue, business Jewish
and if I get sued my lawyers
some girls do, the cojones
say you got enough diamonds to at least Loan-us
brand new ferraris I gotta make the
C-R-S is like a hip hop bonus
niggas is hating on the internet I 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, gettin Benjis, get off Fendi
of thats to Cindys
hoped out the spaceship on my Mork and
too many corks to let you dorks offend me
props in New but Chi towns the city
get my city hoochies Gucci, Monica
are those the real millionnaires or the
Im so ultra Im even over
but let me check your account, no sir

stop, dont stop...