Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

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

Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy
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
let it go leaving 'bout spots in your hair
Life is hard but it's ain't nothing for free
Get off my balls you niggas ain't taking nothing me

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

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 out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your a cock

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

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

To my people I call collect my fond money under my bed
And I'ma 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
'Cause I might accidentally bust me out these on myself

Being the king of the Killa Klan and Disco Dan and 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 bloody murders through city and through your town
Who would you run to, would you light up like a or pull a gun fool
And on top of decision making we ain't having of that riff-raff
Fuck around and you up just like a big slash

streets it be too hot, get your 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 quick to give pistol a cock

[Unverified] streets it be too hot, get glock
It stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
streets, shermed 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 boys on pipe
With they jaws on extra tight, and they hype
Full of that shit to make us and they drawers

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

We got money stacks, homes and
and gats for any Tom, Dick, Harry and Jack?
Who want to know where our hearts be at, hear the
Clickity clack, baby baby, back back

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

Memphis it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, 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 pistol a cock

Detroit streets it be too hot, get 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 give pistol a cock