Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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Nigga it don't stop, so on flippin your Glock
it's drama or not
Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, you servin or not
how it go on the block
Keep your eyes open 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 thumb
Only take one shot, leave you stretched out on the block

I'm a motherfuckin asshole, day all day
E.B.K. every 24 these Houston streets made me this way
I spit it like I live it homie and the way I is dangerous
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 them President bitches out
But I got the game J. Prince bitch and I'm still learnin
Able to flip with a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and still
On top of 22 inches of chrome and still turnin
Tryin to a bigger market I don't have a plaque but I'm still earnin
Mo' a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae doin his thang too
Fuck us must be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you
Here's a couple of niggaz that would love to see me dead
And can't stand the fact that 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 like 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
I used to reap a lot of shit now I'm startin to sew some
Remember when I was dirt broke and love nobody none
That's the reason I ain't smilin when you see me in
I'm tryin to peep out my surroundings 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 I'll leave yo' open
I'ma roll the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the glass
Rov' with motherfuckers displayin my glass mouth
Hit my licks and get off the game 'fore get me I cash out
Be somewhere down in water, off season 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 for love once, I ain't gon' do it no mo' do'
So listen up bitches you hoes get a red cent or rose doe
Faster than the of a photo I'ma beat and hit that
And if any lil' momma to get posessive I'll dismiss that
Not a jiggalo or nothin like that, but I to beat it up
by smokin and bumpin some rap
Lil' momma get on top of me and put a hump in your
But if you upset a bitch I yo I'm dumpin the gat
A of 7 point 2-6's 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 but I had to come back
And at my arrival there was bitch niggaz with some yakkity yak
That hoe-ass nigga DJ Den and his 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