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

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

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

I done mashed, for my cash
And if I got to go now I get and mash
I'm still gangsta man, you 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 streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a plot
D streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock

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

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

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

the king of the Killa Klan and Disco Dan and from the Tre
May a slug hit you spit fuck miss and your uh reefer done J
Blue and gray or red and black ain't no set '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 making we ain't having none of that riff-raff
Fuck around and 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 shermed out soldiers on the block
It stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock

[Unverified] streets it be too hot, get your
It don't stop, you want to cop a burial plot
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 keep boys on pipe
With they jaws on extra tight, and they extra
Full of that shit to us and they drawers ignite

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

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

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

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

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