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 eyes open because the police they plot
Don't let spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped
So when I'm in the drop I'm strapped with my thumb
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 Houston streets made me this way
I spit it like I live it homie and the way I live is
Fuck Officer 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 that's 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 suspended license, a tooth, and still burnin
On top of 22 inches of chrome and still turnin
Tryin to reach a market I don't have a plaque but I'm still earnin
Mo' a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae doin his thang too
Fuck with us must be baldheaded so a hat is I brand you
Here's a couple of niggaz that would love to see me dead
And they can't stand the fact that Joseph McVey is up by bread

(Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my motherfuckin
My nigga Grady and Mike Newsome in the up to no good
Tryin to good and get out the hood 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 I was dirt broke and love nobody showed 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, bitch you must be
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 displayin my glass mouth
Hit my licks and get off the game 'fore 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 your mouth 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 won't get a red or rose doe
than the flash of a photo I'ma beat and hit that
And if any lil' momma start to get posessive I'll dismiss
Not a jiggalo or nothin that, but I like to beat it up
by 'dro and bumpin some rap
Lil' momma get on top of me and put a hump in back
But if you a bitch I promise yo I'm dumpin the gat
A couple of 7 point 2-6's right up under ya
Hit that was involved and put 'em under the map
I run the like 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 arrival there was some bitch niggaz some yakkity yak
That hoe-ass nigga DJ Den and his raggedy pack
Y'all never be Guerillas or the Screwed Up Click
So when you see me at me lace ya shoes up bitch
It's Screwed Up Click 4