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

I I'mma get it, I just don't know how
up on the stage, body in the crowd
Parents always tried keep me
But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be till we on
Whats up, Famous
I had it on my jacket way back in high
Know I wanted to be in them night clubs and not all off in 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 ain't heard shit like this
I woke up early on a
Said I'mma cash my check and hit ass today
Hit the bank, my nigga me like: "Go rap for Ye
He at the station, rap shit that you rap everyday"
Man, that shit sounds stupid I hang up on his ass
Then him back like "Fuck, let's do it"
I didn't cash my check, man can't believe my ass pursuit it
I didn't even have no gas but God just lead me to it
Like, "Let's do it"

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

Just to think, last night I was in Venice hugging
Thanking God Almighty condoms were
Cause I had a bone
That come from out the Simpsons man
Who she never did it (Yeah right)
But under conditions she was with it
Then I hopped up on that red eye I finished
I been gon for five hours, fuck, my head spinning
Fucked the hotel up, she probably still in it
rest that I be missing, but fuck it I'm on a mission
Flight delayed 30 minutes, now that's 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 running for sound check
And I the line's already to the lot, walking out the station
And that's around the time that I got stopped, by this shorty rhyme
said we ain't got time, but time to time
You gotta make time when time for karma to come back around
I say "Aye dawg, you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot
Um, alright, young ran the game, man they been afraid
Tryna follow me get in a maze, leave you minute
Um, I'm like a young black Eminem, it's a riddle and I'm repping that
Tryna stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and
And the bunch just about how he was living in
I ain't even let him finish shit, I mean I can't lie he was
But at his age, so was I, so give him my email on a fly
And if it good, then I reply uh

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