Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing is Stopping You (OG Webbie Remix)

I know get it, I just don't know how
up on the stage, body in the crowd
Parents always keep me home
But I can't get paid from the crib, so be gone till we on
Whats up, Famous
I had it on my way back in high school
Know I wanted to be in night clubs and not all off in that night school
So me and my niggas real life'd it, week we did them cyphers
At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain't heard shit like
I up early on a Saturday
I'mma cash my check and hit some ass today
Hit the bank, my nigga me like: "Go rap for Ye
He at the station, rap that shit you rap everyday"
Man, that shit sounds stupid then I up on his ass
Then called him like "Fuck, let's do it"
I didn't even my check, man can't believe my ass pursuit it
I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just me to it
Like, "Let's do it"

When I heard the songs he was
Man, I he had to be on G.O.O.D Music

to think, last night I was in Venice hugging bitches
Thanking God Almighty condoms invented
I had a yellow bone
That come from out the Simpsons man
Who she never did it (Yeah right)
But under these conditions she was it
Then I hopped up on red eye when I finished
I been gon for hours, fuck, my head still spinning
Fucked the hotel up, shit she probably in it
Getting rest I be missing, but fuck it I'm on a mission
Flight delayed like 30 minutes, now the shit that I hate
Now it's eight thirty, I'm late, for that eight o'clock spot
I the Program Director hot, but I spit a freestyle up in there so cold
That everybody in that bitch forgot, now I'm late for sound check
And I heard the line's to the lot, walking out the station
And that's around the time that I got stopped, by this tryna rhyme
Manager said we ain't got time, but to time
You gotta make time when it's time for karma to come around
I say "Aye dawg, what you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, a lot
Um, alright, stay ran the game, man they been afraid
Tryna follow me get in a maze, you minute maid
Um, I'm like a young black Eminem, it's a riddle and I'm repping Michigan
stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and them
And the just synonyms about how he was living in
I ain't even let him finish shit, I I can't lie he was alright
But at his age, shit so was I, so him my email on a fly
And if it sound good, I reply uh

Tell me you know about dreams, what you know about having faith
In something you can't see, tell me how much do you
What you know about feeling something, that you can't touch
What you bout smelling something, that you can't even breathe
But when the drives you out, and your gas tank is on E
All the faith that you had, just ain't all the faith that you
All the that I have, just ain't all the faith that I need
I'm