Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

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

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

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

M, my inventions, out of mine
you limping, to a crawl you out of time

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

Little Rock it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a plot
Louisiana streets shermed out soldiers on the
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 a cock
When I be dumping on son of a bout a regular lot
Don't come around with no plex
Fuck around and pull out the jaws of
And your dome smooth off your neck

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

Being the king of the Killa Klan and 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 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 like a woman or pull a gun
And on top of decision making we ain't none of that riff-raff
Fuck around and open you up just like a big

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

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

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 mansion I 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 be at, come hear the
Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, back

We can do it like this and we can do it that
Crack hands high 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 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 out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be to give your pistol a cock

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