Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Don't Stop

Say what,
Never pressure,
free we shock the mic,
You don't me.
I live the of an mc no pretending,
of mischief rock tha house.
So baby spread wings now,
And let me on in,
Show you right from wrong you do it again.
Release all that 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 they frustrated.
off the mic,
Don't cause a
destructive,
Unproductive,
See us we in touch with the one's that bite,
Yah write to dis,
But a miss match I guess
I the wack 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 who wanna get into some 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 exaggerated nonsense,
I respond 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,
Convincin' me they
Anything then elementary, but spermacidal
Is the title 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 plan was writin' raw.
Standing quiet I be the man ya like,
To the mic,
So I can make a dollar, and ya holler.
I never fake a
Dumpin' in a lake of water.
I to max,
Be leed if I need the sacs,
Get the relax.
In the o we where you at,
Be in the cut if you scared of gats,
oakland niggaz be prepared to jack shit.
I make my mail so I have to run that broke skid.
Some niggaz serve rocks at spots and get shot, over knots to
But yo I the spot.
Hah... with soul shit,
I smoke a quarter and swift.

Now phuck that [queen .
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 inside invitin' me
To rip the mic if be,
But you know it's important that I the women with the jewels
Glistenin'...
Only I can get the fly sister to switch up,
With a swisher on trompe.
[ ? ], you niggaz in hap hazard,
To the stage was center t to the a's up in the solo,
Bitch niggaz should've bolos,
But you em,
Now even your is listed.
I the jealous stares stuck at my back,
Ut drop the microphone until I feel I fully did that.
Damn,
Who kids that come to every single show,
And always wanna pull they instead 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 souls of mischief click with hieroglyphics.