Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

Son of a got my name in they mouth
I they woman down
And my drawers at they house

Better not run up on Big Moe, leave boy alone
Stankin' and swinging on like I was Roy Jones
Motorola, Benjamin folder, slab
Crushing motherfuckers 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 it's fare ain't 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 man, you better feel that
Ain't nobody wrecking the shop where kill at
Get your wig back

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

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

I'm a Mo City soldier and I'ma be quick to my pistol a cock
When I be on son of a bitches bout a regular lot
come around here with no plex
Fuck around and out the jaws of life
And snatch your smooth off your neck

To my people when I call collect my fond 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 inside myself
'Cause I might accidentally bust me out these guns on

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

Leaving a trail of bloody murders through your city and through town
Who would you run to, you light 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 it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a plot
New York shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to your pistol a cock

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

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 they drawers

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

We got money stacks, and lacs
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, back back

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

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

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