Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Don't Stop

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

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

Plus my prowess funk
For the female folk who wanna get into mischief,
like I got em drunk,
And I got em junked,
With they hyperextended, weakened,
in tongues like a ventriloquist,
I quit,
While these niggaz oversaturated with nonsense,
I respond simp.
They punks beyond dips.
Infatuated with they lyrics corespondent.
I guess it never on em
That they belong on the mic like
Germs, I like to them squirm,
Convincin' me styles
Anything more elementary, but spermacidal
Is the they've earned.

I'm comin' from the of dope,
all of these niggaz never planned to hope.
You can be the man to know,
But my was writin' hella raw.
Standing quiet I be the man ya like,
To the mic,
So I can a dollar, and make ya holler.
I never fake a
rappers in a lake 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 of them gats,
Cause niggaz be prepared to jack shit.
I make my mail so I don't have to run that skid.
Some niggaz rocks at spots and get shot, over knots to clock
But yo I the spot.
Hah... with that shit,
I a quarter and flow swift.

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