Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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Nigga it don't stop, so keep on flippin Glock
Whether drama or not
Cause somebody run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not
how it go on the block
Keep eyes open 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' one shot, leave you stretched out on the block

I'm a asshole, every 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 Officer Thornton Berry and Precinct 5 for games with us
Mad cause we in a big house, driveway look a car lot
Since we young and black enough to make them President bitches fall out
But I got the game from J. Prince bitch and I'm still
Able to flip with a license, a sweet tooth, and still burnin
On top of 22 inches of chrome and they turnin
Tryin to reach a bigger market I don't have a plaque but I'm still
Mo' than a motherfucker, my Trae doin his thang too
Fuck with us must be so a hat is what I brand you
a couple of bitch niggaz that would love to see me dead
And they stand the fact that Joseph McVey is backed up by bread

(Say Ridgemont!) Mo my motherfuckin hood
My nigga and Mike Newsome in the streets up to no good
Tryin to make 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 extra to do it
Look I used to reap a lot of now I'm startin to sew some
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 tryin to peep out my cause them jackers be lurkin
Ain't none of takin my car or my chain, bitch you must be smokin
Ain't nuttin smoother than to {?} his ass and I'll leave yo' open
I'ma the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the glass house
Rov' Rangin with motherfuckers my glass mouth
Hit my licks and get off the game 'fore they get me I out
Be down in water, off season with a big mustache mouth
Barefooted on the beach bitch, me and my fam
Don't make these bullets melt in your from this heat in my hand

Listen, I been a sucker for love once, I ain't do it no mo' do'
So listen up bitches you won't get a red cent or rose doe
Faster the flash of a photo I'ma beat and hit that
And if any lil' momma start to get posessive I'll 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 yo I'm dumpin the gat
A couple of 7 point right up under ya naps
Hit that was involved 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 niggaz 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 when you see me holla at me lace ya shoes up
It's Screwed Up 4 Life