Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

Son of a got my name in they mouth
I they woman 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, Benjamin folder, slab
Crushing motherfuckers bout the size of a polar

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

I done 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 wrecking the shop where nigga kill at
Get your wig peeled

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

H town streets it be too hot, get 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 give your a cock

Little Rock it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a 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 quick to give my pistol a
When I be on son of a bitches bout a regular lot
Don't come around with no plex
Fuck around and pull out the of life
And snatch dome smooth off your neck

To my people when I call 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 been scared, a bit of thing inside myself
'Cause I might bust me out these guns on myself

Being the king of the Killa and Disco Dan and from the Tre
May a slug hit you spit fuck miss and your uh reefer 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, you light up like a woman or pull a gun fool
And on top of decision we ain't having none of that riff-raff
Fuck around and open you up like a big slash

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

[Unverified] streets it be too hot, get your
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 your pistol a cock

We got bars and stripes, boy and
Polite on mics the type of cats that boys on pipe
With they jaws on tight, and they extra hype
Full of that shit to make us and 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 Playboy mansion I all these bunnies back

We got money stacks, and lacs
Farms and gats for any Tom, Dick, and Jack?
Who want to know where our 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 your hands high your skull cap to hoes
Snap a photo for folks and close your favorite pack of smokes
Cheater, we ain't no joke 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. shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your a cock

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