Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

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

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

Bear, I swear, you better
I'ma let it go leaving 'bout in your hair
Life is but it's fare ain't nothing for free
Get off my balls you niggas ain't nothing from me

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

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

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

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 a cock

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

To my people when I collect my fond money under my bed
And I'ma jump on when I touch down and keep bringing it to they
Hell, naw I ain't never been scared, a bit of thing myself
I might accidentally bust me out these guns on myself

Being the king of the Killa Klan and Dan and from the Tre
May a slug hit you your fuck miss and your uh reefer done J
Blue and gray or red and black no set tripping 'cause we down

Leaving a trail of bloody murders through city and through your town
Who would you run to, would you light up a woman or pull a gun fool
And on top of decision making we having none of that riff-raff
Fuck around and you up just like a big slash

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

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

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

And we gone fatten the fire, and flames
Get them brains, leaving gangsta we off the
Who run trains till they off the track, pack
Up in Playboy I have all these bunnies back

We got money stacks, homes and
Farms and gats for any Tom, Dick, Harry and
Who want to know where our be at, come hear the
clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, back back

We can do it this and we can do it like that
Crack your hands here's your skull cap to hoes
Snap a photo for folks and close your favorite pack of smokes
Cheater, we ain't no joke it's cut 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 on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your a cock

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