Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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Nigga it don't stop, so keep on your Glock
it's drama or not
Cause somebody run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not
how it go on the block
Keep your eyes open because the police they
Don't let your get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped
So I'm in the drop I'm strapped with my thumb cocked
Only gon' take one shot, leave you 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 it homie and the way I live is dangerous
Fuck Officer Thornton Berry and 5 for playin games with us
Mad cause we in a big house, 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 learnin
Able to flip with a license, a sweet tooth, and still burnin
On top of 22 inches of chrome and they still
Tryin to reach a bigger market I don't have a 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 that 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 hood like I did, and I'm gon' 'em do it
Cause I got love for my real and I got extra chips to do it
Look I used to reap a lot of shit now I'm startin to sew
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 out my surroundings cause them jackers be lurkin
Ain't none of that takin my car or my chain, bitch you must be
nuttin smoother than to {?} his ass and I'll leave yo' head open
I'ma roll the way I wanna in the 3 or the glass house
Rov' with motherfuckers 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 with a big mustache
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 a sucker for love once, I ain't gon' do it no mo' do'
So listen up bitches you won't get a red cent or rose doe
Faster than the of a photo I'ma beat and hit that
And if any momma start to get posessive I'll dismiss that
Not a jiggalo or nothin that, but I like to beat it up
by smokin 'dro and some rap
Lil' momma get on top of me and put a in your back
But if you a bitch I promise yo I'm dumpin the gat
A of 7 point 2-6's right up under ya naps
Hit everybody 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 some bitch niggaz with yakkity yak
hoe-ass nigga DJ Den and his whole raggedy pack
Y'all niggaz'll never be Guerillas or the Screwed Up
So you see me holla at me lace ya shoes up bitch
It's Screwed Up Click 4