Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

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

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

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

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, you want to cop a burial plot
D town streets shermed out soldiers on the
It stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock

Little Rock streets it be too hot, get your
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

I'm a Mo soldier and I'ma be quick to give my pistol a cock
When I be dumping on son of a bitches bout a lot
Don't come around here no plex
Fuck and pull out the jaws of life
And snatch your smooth off your 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 been scared, a bit of thing inside myself
'Cause I might accidentally me out these guns on myself

Being the king of the Killa Klan and Disco Dan and the Tre
May a slug hit you your fuck miss and your uh reefer done J
Blue and gray or red and black no set tripping 'cause we down

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 having none of riff-raff
Fuck around and open you up just a big slash

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

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

We got and stripes, boy and sprites
Polite on mics the type of that keep boys on pipe
With they jaws on extra tight, and extra hype
of that shit to make us and they drawers ignite

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

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

We can do it like this and we can do it that
Crack your hands high here's your 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

streets 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 pistol a cock

Detroit streets it be too hot, get glock
It stop, unless 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