Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

Yeah, 'Pac, Dat Daz
(Yeah)

All up in this

Don't stop, goin'
stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep
Don't stop, keep

stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, goin'
stop, don't stop

Keep it goin', got my Slip Capone
Ha ha ha ha, yeah, lot of fakers is out there
get around these backwoods
Get they mommas, pull up they pants
Hide they rags and to act good, ha ha ha ha ha

Who mashes the crazy, illest niggaz in town?
(I do)
Killin' willingly, who got the right to a sound?
My break block, corners, avenues and drives
It's about time the mashin' is

I you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin' steel
Steadily givin' niggaz no passes on livin'
(No passes)
I spend major loot on khaki
and kroker-saks to sweat suits and leather boots

I box niggaz twice my size, I wit a fo'-five
you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial
So pay attention when I come through for you and your

As just a man and his music, I ain't to use it
Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I it's useless
To step to this, we in effect, we
Contendin' mental murderers and afraid to diss, biatch
(Yeah)

Now, I been crazy to fade me it's not possible
(Ha ha)
I give a fuck, what you or who you brought witchu?
(Bad Boy killer)
A Bad Boy killer, Biggie
They why he breathin' but bitches is dyin' later
(Ah)

Better laugh now cry when I come to get you
I hit you with two glocks and leave you with tissue
On some shit
(Loco)
My smoke yo' shit
(Smoke)

Let's go for dolo, and watch me flow yo' shit
Mr, Makaveli movin' pieces telekinesis
like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces
(Hell yeah)
Shots rang and niggaz brains were

Bad Boy affiliated
(Bad Boy killer)
Nigga was
I hit the funeral and his folks
And leave the scene a shadow in a blaze of smoke
Don't stop, keep

Don't stop, keep
stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, goin'

Don't stop, goin'
stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, goin'

Well, it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block
(Fool)
Hardcore hooligan, verbal chopper
Finally televised, Kurupt, Daz
(Resides)
Lethal with mics like guns, and knifes

Those who oppose are my foes, all in rows
MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone
(That's nigga)
I packs when it's cold
Too much pressure ya fold so lo' and behold

Why you waitin' for the Satan?
Creatin' slaughters, runnin' camps like Walter Payton
I ya breath
(Ah)
And bust there's no one left

Who goes the program, I'm the Man like Meth
(I'm the man, nigga)
I don't ya
(I don't)

The I get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you be in Russia, I'ma touch ya
(Like that)
Vocal assassin, motivated by
for the loot, brownies and black mags

Don't stop, keep
Don't stop, keep
Don't stop, keep
stop, keep goin'

Don't stop, keep
stop, keep goin'
Don't stop, keep
Don't stop, don't

Let the bump, biatch
(Let the bump)
For out there that got the humps in they Jeep
Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they

We gon' break it down a somethin' like this
For you to get yo' sub on yo' neighborhood
Turn it up, it out

They to be down, they say they down
(Man, you, man)
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