Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

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

not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone
Stankin' and swinging on niggas I was Roy Jones
Motorola, Benjamin folder, holder
Crushing motherfuckers bout the size of a polar

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

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

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

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

Rock streets 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 pistol a cock

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

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

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
Blue and gray or red and black ain't no set 'cause we down

Leaving a of bloody murders through your city and through your town
Who would you run to, would you light up 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

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

[Unverified] streets it be too hot, get glock
It don't stop, unless you 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 bars and stripes, boy and
Polite on mics the type of cats that keep boys on
With they 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 brains, leaving gangsta we off the chain
Who run till they off the track, wolf pack
Up in mansion I have all these bunnies back

We got money stacks, and lacs
Farms and gats for any Tom, Dick, Harry and
Who want to know where our hearts be at, hear the
Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, 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 folks and close your pack of smokes
Cheater, we ain't no joke it's cut throat style we stop

Memphis it be too hot, get your 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 streets shermed out soldiers on the
It don't stop, and it be quick to give your a cock