Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

Son of a bitch's got my in they mouth
I they woman down
And leave my drawers at they

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

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

'Cause I mashed, for my cash
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 where nigga at
Get your wig peeled

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

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

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

To my people when I call collect my 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

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

Leaving a trail of bloody through your 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 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 streets shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be to give your pistol a cock

[Unverified] it be too hot, get your glock
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 that keep boys on pipe
With they jaws on extra tight, and they hype
Full of shit to make us and they drawers ignite

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

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

We can do it like and we can do it like that
Crack your 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 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 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 soldiers on the
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your a cock