Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

Son of a bitch's got my in they mouth
I knock they woman
And leave my at they house

Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy
Stankin' and swinging on niggas like I was Roy
Motorola, Benjamin folder, slab
these motherfuckers bout the size of a polar

Bear, I swear, you beware
I'ma let it go 'bout spots in your hair
Life is hard but it's fare ain't for free
Get off my balls you niggas ain't taking from me

'Cause I mashed, for my cash
And if I got to go now I get and mash
I'm still man, you better feel that
Ain't nobody wrecking the shop nigga kill at
Get your wig peeled

M, my inventions, stay out of
Have you limping, to a you out of time

H streets it be too hot, get your glock
It stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
D town shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to your pistol a cock

Little Rock streets it be too hot, get your
It don't stop, you want to cop a burial plot
streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a

I'm a Mo City soldier and I'ma be to give my pistol a cock
When I be dumping on son of a bitches bout a lot
Don't come here with no plex
Fuck and pull out the jaws of life
And snatch dome smooth off your neck

To my people when I call collect my fond money my bed
And I'ma jump on when I touch down and keep bringing it to they
Hell, naw I ain't been scared, a bit of thing inside myself
'Cause I might accidentally bust me out these guns on

Being the of the Killa Klan and Disco Dan and from the Tre
May a slug hit you spit your fuck miss and your uh done J
and gray or red and black ain't no set tripping 'cause we down

Leaving a of bloody murders through your city and through your town
Who would you run to, would you up like a woman or pull a gun fool
And on top of decision making we ain't having none of that
Fuck and open you up just like a big slash

Chi-Town streets it be too hot, get glock
It don't stop, unless you to cop a burial plot
New streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a

[Unverified] streets it be too hot, get your
It don't stop, you want to cop a burial plot
Florida streets, shermed out on the block
It stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock

We got bars and stripes, boy and
Polite on mics the type of cats that keep boys on
they jaws on extra tight, and they extra hype
Full of that to make us and they drawers ignite

And we gone the fire, fuel and flames
Get brains, leaving gangsta we off the chain
Who run trains till off the track, wolf pack
Up in Playboy mansion I have all these back

We got money stacks, and lacs
and gats for any Tom, Dick, Harry and Jack?
Who to know where our hearts be at, come hear the
Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, back

We can do it like this and we can do it like
Crack hands high here's your skull cap to hoes
Snap a photo for your folks and your favorite pack of smokes
Cheater, we ain't no it's cut throat style we won't stop

Memphis streets it be too hot, get your
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a plot
L.A. streets shermed out soldiers on the
It don't stop, and it be to give your pistol a cock

streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a plot
Dirty streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to your pistol a cock