Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

Explain yourself, how you like me?
the skateboard P
that your mee lo
playing games like youre
in a tight like speedos
you can have it your way Carlito
my nigga be happy to give you torpedos
and have you car like a blunt
for you faggot ass niggas that to front
Im on some BBC shit
Im on cake shit
in the kitchen with the heat making in my apron
you hating and you to erase it
close your eyes when you know you take it
my flow interrupts homeostasis
I Rolls Royce it on a regular
you street shit it sound like sweet shit
straight you niggas sound ticklish
80k large for the Hermes
coke n in all your magazines
hunger strike yourself, like Celine
Dion, me and my like 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 could on
try to get her on
ask me to R Kelly ya and get on
I it aint me maam
that 8 behind me got the burner
yes the enzo is stilll black like
truth, I mighta just a tooth
spittin I did in the booth
Im out, pooof!

Fiasco:]
Carrera, raised in a teenage ninja turtle era
waanna n tell the truth, I dare ya
ya lie, so eat whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers
for terror made in too live
fuck the property or give me my props
high off life this high technology,
I rep Ali more like rapology
my policys not to be dishonestly
so gimme that, gimme that, going
where my city at, Im like steak and but never die
they Ghostface wanna be me
but they will post haste follow me into the life
means you going right after Ive
but Im the sort of like Jack Sparrow
so someway I have survived
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 rappping and happen the fashion collide
so OMG is the "C" the C-R-S LOLing at you haters
your BFFs like

[Kanye
Yes, Mr West turn that new rebel
loud as a child level
who a chorus we through with a tyrannosaurus
tyrone its a year with no phone
could you how high is your zone
well take the plane rub his nose in
theres in magazines you lame sayin you lame
and for the hate in advance, pull down your
make em kiss both cheeks we living in France
Diamonds blue, managers Jewish
and if I get my lawyers Jews
some girls do, grab the
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 I couldnt tell
I was too rapping GOOD as hell
I was too flying, parasail!
tell collect to get the new shit that sell
Tarantino, Da Vinci, gettin Benjis, get half off
half of to Cindys
hoped out the on my Mork and Mindy
popped too corks to let you dorks offend me
in New York but Chi towns the city
get my hoochies Gucci, Monica Belluccis
are those the millionnaires or the bendis?
Im so ultra Im even Oprah
but let me check your account, no sir

stop, dont stop...