Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

Explain yourself, how you like me?
the skateboard P
knowing your mee lo
playing games youre cee-lo
in a situation 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 like to front
Im on some BBC shit
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 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 ticklish
80k large for the dream
coke n crop in all magazines
hunger yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my like freon
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 me still got the burner
yes the enzo is stilll black like
truth, I just loosened a tooth
what I did in the booth
Im out, pooof!

[Lupe
Carrera, raised in a teenage mutant turtle era
waanna bear n the truth, I dare ya
ya lie, so eat these bottle of these jalapeno peppers
for terror in america too live
fuck the property or me my props properly
high off life high technology, DeVry
I rep Muhammad Ali like rapology
my not to be dishonestly deprived
so gimme that, gimme that, going
where my at, Im like steak and fries but never die
they Ghostface wanna be me
but they will post haste follow me into the after
that you going right after Ive
but Im the sort of like Jack Sparrow
so someway somehow I have
ha ha
who is he that we see coming over the
in a speed boat, boat load of
Fall of Rome, dress 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
tell your BFFs

West:]
Yes, Mr West turn that new child
as a badass child level
who need a chorus we through with a
tyrone its been a year with no
you explain how high is your zone
well the plane rub his nose in cocaine
hoes in magazines you lame sayin you lame
and for the hate in advance, down your pants
make em kiss cheeks like we living in France
blue, business 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 make the donuts
is like a hip hop Christmas bonus
niggas is hating on the internet I couldnt
I was too busy rapping as hell
I was too flying, parasail!
tell to get the new shit that Paris sell
Tarantino, Da Vinci, gettin Benjis, get off Fendi
half of to Cindys
hoped out the on my Mork and Mindy
popped too many corks to let you dorks me
props in New York but Chi towns the
get my city Gucci, Monica Belluccis
are those the real millionnaires or the
Im so Im even over Oprah
but let me your account, haha no sir

Dont stop, stop...