Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock
Whether it's or not
Cause might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not
That's how it go on the
Keep your eyes open because the they plot
Don't let your get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped
So when I'm in the I'm strapped with my thumb cocked
gon' take one shot, leave you stretched out on the block

I'm a motherfuckin asshole, day all day
E.B.K. every 24 hours these Houston streets made me way
I spit it like I live it and the way I live is dangerous
Fuck Thornton Berry and Precinct 5 for playin games with us
Mad we in a big house, driveway look like a car lot
Since we young and that's enough to make them President bitches fall out
But I got the game from J. Prince and I'm still learnin
Able to flip a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and still burnin
On top of 22 inches of chrome and they turnin
Tryin to reach a bigger market I have a plaque but I'm still earnin
Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae doin his too
with us must be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you
Here's a couple of bitch niggaz would love to see me dead
And they can't stand the fact that McVey is backed up by bread

(Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my motherfuckin
My nigga Grady and Mike Newsome in the streets up to no
Tryin to good and get out the hood like I did, and I'm gon' help 'em do it
Cause I got love for my real niggaz and I got chips to do it
Look I to reap a lot of shit now I'm startin to sew some
Remember I was dirt broke and love nobody showed none
the reason I ain't smilin when you see me in person
I'm tryin to out my surroundings cause them jackers be lurkin
Ain't none of that takin my car or my chain, you must be smokin
Ain't nuttin smoother than to {?} his ass and leave yo' head open
I'ma roll the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the house
Rov' Rangin with motherfuckers displayin my mouth
Hit my and get off the game 'fore they get me I cash out
Be somewhere down in water, off season with a big mustache
on the beach bitch, just me and my fam
Don't make bullets melt in your mouth from this heat in my hand

Listen, I been a sucker for love once, I gon' do it no mo' do'
So listen up bitches you hoes won't get a red cent or doe
Faster than the of a photo I'ma beat and hit that
And if any lil' momma start to get posessive dismiss that
Not a jiggalo or nothin that, but I like to beat it up
by smokin 'dro and some rap
momma get on top of me and put a hump in your back
But if you upset a I promise yo I'm dumpin the gat
A couple of 7 point 2-6's right up ya naps
Hit everybody that was and put 'em under the map
I run the streets like Jackee Joyner-Kersee I run rap
I took a fall for 9 and a 1/2 months but I had to come
And at my arrival there was some bitch with some yakkity yak
That nigga DJ Den and his whole raggedy pack
Y'all niggaz'll be Guerillas or the Screwed Up Click
So you see me holla at me lace ya shoes up bitch
It's Up Click 4 Life