Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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

I'm a asshole, every day all day
E.B.K. every 24 hours these streets made me this way
I spit it I live it homie 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 black that's enough to them President bitches fall out
But I got the game from J. bitch and I'm still learnin
to flip with a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and still burnin
On top of 22 inches of and they still turnin
Tryin to reach a bigger market I don't have a plaque but I'm still
Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae doin his too
Fuck with us must be so a hat is what I brand you
Here's a of bitch niggaz that would love to see me dead
And they can't stand the fact Joseph McVey is backed up by bread

(Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my motherfuckin
My nigga Grady and Newsome in the streets up to no good
Tryin to make good and get out the hood like I did, and I'm gon' 'em do it
Cause I got love for my real niggaz and I got chips to do it
Look I used to reap a lot of shit now I'm startin to sew
Remember I was dirt broke and love nobody showed none
That's the reason I smilin when you see me in person
I'm tryin to peep out my surroundings cause them be lurkin
Ain't none of that takin my car or my chain, bitch you be smokin
Ain't nuttin smoother than to {?} his ass and I'll leave yo' open
I'ma roll the way I wanna in the 3 or the glass house
Rov' Rangin with displayin my glass mouth
Hit my and get off the game 'fore 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 these bullets melt in your mouth 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 you hoes won't get a red cent or rose doe
Faster 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 or nothin like 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 a bitch I promise yo I'm dumpin the gat
A couple of 7 2-6's right up under ya naps
Hit everybody was involved and put 'em under the map
I run the streets Jackee Joyner-Kersee plus I run rap
I took a fall for 9 and a 1/2 months but I had to back
And at my there was some bitch niggaz with some yakkity yak
That hoe-ass nigga DJ Den and his whole pack
Y'all niggaz'll be Guerillas or the Screwed Up Click
So when you see me at me lace ya shoes up bitch
It's Screwed Up 4 Life