Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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

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

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

Listen, I a sucker for love once, I ain't gon' do it no mo' do'
So listen up bitches you won't get a red cent or rose doe
than the flash of a photo I'ma beat and hit that
And if any momma start to get posessive I'll dismiss that
Not a jiggalo or nothin that, but I like to beat it up
by smokin and bumpin some rap
momma get on top of me and put a hump in your back
But if you upset a bitch I promise yo I'm the gat
A couple of 7 point right up under ya naps
Hit everybody that was involved and put 'em 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 was some bitch niggaz with some yakkity yak
That nigga DJ Den and his whole raggedy pack
Y'all niggaz'll never be Guerillas or the Screwed Up
So when you see me holla at me lace ya shoes up
Screwed Up Click 4 Life