Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

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

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

Bear, I swear, you better
I'ma let it go 'bout spots in your hair
Life is hard but fare ain't nothing for free
Get off my balls you niggas ain't taking 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 where nigga at
Get your wig back

M, my inventions, out of mine
you limping, to a crawl 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 town streets out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your a cock

Little streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial
Louisiana streets shermed out soldiers on the
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your 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 bitches a regular lot
Don't come around here with no
Fuck around and pull out the of life
And snatch your dome off your neck

To my people I call collect my fond money under my bed
And I'ma jump on I touch down and keep bringing it to they head
Hell, naw I never been scared, a bit of thing inside myself
'Cause I might bust me out these guns on myself

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

Leaving a trail of bloody murders through your and through your town
Who you run to, would you light up like a woman or pull a gun fool
And on top of decision making we ain't none of that riff-raff
around and open you up just like a big slash

Chi-Town streets it be too hot, get your
It stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
New York streets shermed out soldiers on the
It stop, and it be quick to give your 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 keep on pipe
they jaws on extra tight, and they extra hype
Full of that shit to make us and they ignite

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

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

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

streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you to cop a burial plot
L.A. shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a

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