Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

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

Better not run up on Big Moe, that boy alone
Stankin' and swinging on niggas 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 spots in your hair
Life is hard but it's ain't nothing for free
Get off my balls you niggas taking nothing from me

'Cause I done mashed, for my
And if I got to go now I get down and
I'm still gangsta man, you better feel
Ain't wrecking the shop where nigga kill at
Get wig peeled back

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

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

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

To my people when I collect my fond money under my bed
And jump on when 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 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 your uh reefer J
and gray or red and black ain't no set tripping 'cause we down

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

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

streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial
Florida streets, out soldiers on the block
It stop, and it be quick to give 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 extra tight, and they hype
Full of that to make us and they drawers ignite

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

We got stacks, homes and lacs
Farms and gats for any Tom, Dick, Harry and
Who want to know 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
Crack your hands high here's your 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 won't

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

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