Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Don't Stop

Say what,
Never pressure,
Stress we shock the mic,
You impress me.
I live the of an mc no pretending,
of mischief rock tha house.
So baby your wings now,
And let me on in,
Show you from wrong you wanna do it again.
Release all that pinned up
Come caress and my dick, baby
not a maraudin' stick.
Damn hieroglyphics for life.
Close knit while these others fight we write hits,
As for us
Discrepancies with mc's, it's a breeze.
Cause I stay while they frustrated.
off the mic,
Don't cause a
destructive,
Unproductive,
See us we keep in touch the one's that bite,
Yah write to dis,
But it's a miss match I
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 imperially equipped to eclipse,
And overshadow the best no stress just,
The mic conceit.
my limits boundless,

Plus my prowess psychedelic
For the female folk who wanna get into 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 with exaggerated nonsense,
I don't simp.
just punks beyond dips.
Infatuated they lyrics never corespondent.
I it never dawned on em
That they don't on the mic like
Germs, I like to them squirm,
me they styles
Anything more elementary, but spermacidal
Is the they've earned.

I'm comin' from the of dope,
Where all of 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 make a dollar, and ya holler.
I never fake a
Dumpin' in a lake of water.
I to max,
Be pagin' if I need the sacs,
Get the relax.
In the o we knowin' you at,
Be in the cut if you of them gats,
Cause niggaz be prepared to jack shit.
I make my so I don't have to run that broke skid.
Some niggaz serve rocks at spots and get shot, over to clock
But yo I the spot.
Hah... that soul shit,
I smoke a quarter and swift.

Now that [queen low]? .
I'm talkin' half to the heads,
Lit's have a meeting of the
Nobodies till we all red.
Went to the jam, we to see an excitin' site to see,
The music inside me
To rip the mic if be,
But you know it's important 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,
niggaz should've thrown bolos,
But you em,
Now even your 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 to every single show,
And always wanna they roscoes instead of hoes.
You better up I'm with niggaz you don't know I'm with,
So just dole out all that dumb shit.
The souls of click down with hieroglyphics.