Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

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

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

Bear, I swear, you better
let it go leaving 'bout spots 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

'Cause I mashed, for my cash
And if I got to go now I get down and
I'm still gangsta man, you feel that
nobody wrecking the shop where nigga kill at
Get wig peeled back

M, my inventions, out of mine
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 shermed out soldiers on the
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your a cock

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

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

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

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

Leaving a trail of murders through your city and through your town
Who you run to, would you light up like a woman or pull a gun fool
And on top of decision making we ain't having none of riff-raff
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 York streets out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be to give your pistol a cock

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

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

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

We got money stacks, and lacs
Farms and for any Tom, Dick, Harry and Jack?
Who want to where our hearts 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 high here's your skull cap to
a photo for your folks and close your favorite pack of smokes
Cheater, we ain't no joke cut throat style we won't stop

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

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