Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Don't Stop

Say what,
Never pressure,
free we shock the mic,
You impress me.
I live the of an mc no pretending,
of mischief rock tha house.
So spread your wings now,
And let me on in,
Show you right from wrong you do it again.
Release all that up aggression
caress and massage my dick, baby
It's not a stick.
Damn right for life.
Close knit while these others crews fight we hits,
As for us
Discrepancies other mc's, it's a breeze.
Cause I stay focused they frustrated.
off the mic,
Don't a ruckus
destructive,
Unproductive,
See us we keep in touch with the that bite,
Yah write to dis,
But it's a miss match I
I attract the backstage.
We wage battles and em unscathed.

phesto, in stereo,
Souls of mischief stop, don't quit.
To in the o, hiero...
rollers imperially equipped to eclipse,
And the best with no stress just,
The mic conceit.
With my boundless,

Plus my prowess psychedelic
For the female who wanna get into some mischief,
Submissive I got em drunk,
And I got em junked,
they knees hyperextended, weakened,
Speaking in tongues a ventriloquist,
I quit,
While these niggaz oversaturated exaggerated nonsense,
I respond simp.
just punks beyond dips.
Infatuated they lyrics never corespondent.
I it never dawned on em
That they don't belong on the mic
Germs, I to watch them squirm,
Convincin' me styles
Anything more then elementary, but
Is the they've earned.

I'm comin' from the of dope,
Where all of these never planned to hope.
You can be the man to know,
But my plan was hella raw.
Standing cause I be the man ya like,
To the mic,
So I can make a dollar, and ya holler.
I fake a scholar
Dumpin' rappers in a of water.
I to max,
Be pagin' if I need the sacs,
Get the relax.
In the o we where you at,
Be in the cut if you scared of gats,
Cause oakland be prepared to jack shit.
I make my mail so I don't to run that broke skid.
Some niggaz rocks at spots and get shot, over knots to clock
But yo I the spot.
Hah... with soul shit,
I smoke a quarter and swift.

Now phuck [queen low]? .
I'm half sips to the heads,
Lit's have a of the minds
Nobodies leavin' we all red.
Went to the jam, we to see an excitin' site to see,
The music invitin' me
To rip the mic if be,
But you know it's important that I pull the women the jewels
Glistenin'...
Only I can get the fly rumps to switch up,
With a swisher on trompe.
[ ? ], you niggaz in hap hazard,
To the was center t to the a's up in the zone solo,
Bitch niggaz should've bolos,
But you em,
Now even your is listed.
I feel the jealous stuck at my back,
Ut don't drop the until I feel I fully did that.
Damn,
Who kids that come to every single show,
And always wanna pull roscoes instead of hoes.
You better grow up I'm niggaz you don't know I'm with,
So just dole out with all that shit.
The souls of mischief click down hieroglyphics.