Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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Nigga it stop, so keep on flippin your Glock
it's 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 open because the police they
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 motherfuckin asshole, day all day
E.B.K. every 24 hours these streets made me this way
I it like I live it homie and the way I live is dangerous
Fuck Officer Thornton and Precinct 5 for playin games with us
Mad cause we in a big house, driveway look a car lot
Since we young and black that's enough to make them President bitches out
But I got the game from J. bitch and I'm still learnin
Able to with a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and still burnin
On top of 22 inches of chrome and they still
Tryin to reach a bigger market I have a plaque but I'm still earnin
Mo' than a motherfucker, my Trae doin his thang too
Fuck with us 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 stand the fact that Joseph McVey is backed up by bread

(Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my hood
My nigga Grady and Mike 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 niggaz and I got extra to do it
Look I to reap a lot of shit now I'm startin to sew some
Remember when I was dirt broke and love showed none
the reason I ain't smilin when you see me in person
I'm to peep out my surroundings cause them jackers be lurkin
Ain't none of that my car or my chain, bitch you must be smokin
Ain't nuttin smoother than to {?} his ass and I'll leave yo' head
I'ma roll the way I wanna in the 3 or the glass house
Rov' Rangin with motherfuckers my glass mouth
Hit my licks and get off the 'fore they get me I cash out
Be somewhere 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 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 you hoes won't get a red cent or rose doe
Faster than the of a photo I'ma beat and hit that
And if any lil' momma start to get posessive I'll dismiss
Not a or nothin like that, but I like to beat it up
by smokin 'dro and bumpin rap
Lil' momma get on top of me and put a hump in back
But if you upset a bitch I yo I'm dumpin the gat
A couple of 7 point 2-6's right up ya naps
Hit that was involved and put 'em under the map
I run the streets Jackee Joyner-Kersee plus I run rap
I a fall for 9 and a 1/2 months but I had to come back
And at my arrival there was some 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
It's Screwed Up 4 Life