Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Don't Stop

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

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

Plus my prowess funk
For the female folk who 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 niggaz oversaturated with exaggerated nonsense,
I don't simp.
just punks beyond dips.
Infatuated with they never corespondent.
I guess it never on em
That they belong on the mic like
Germs, I like to watch squirm,
me they styles
Anything more then elementary, but
Is the title earned.

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

Now that [queen low]? .
I'm half sips to the heads,
Lit's a meeting of the minds
Nobodies leavin' we all red.
to the jam, we caravan to see an excitin' site to see,
The music inside 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 stage was t to the a's up in the zone solo,
Bitch niggaz thrown bolos,
But you em,
Now even your is listed.
I feel the jealous stuck at my back,
Ut don't drop the microphone until I I fully did that.
Damn,
Who kids that come to every single show,
And always wanna pull they roscoes of hoes.
You grow up I'm with niggaz you don't know I'm with,
So just dole out with all that shit.
The of mischief click down with hieroglyphics.