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,
Souls of mischief tha house.
So baby spread your now,
And let me on in,
you right from wrong you wanna do it again.
Release all that up aggression
caress and massage my dick, baby
It's not a stick.
Damn hieroglyphics for life.
Close knit while these others crews 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 cause a
destructive,
Unproductive,
See us we keep in touch with the that bite,
Yah write to dis,
But a miss match I guess
I attract the backstage.
We wage and leave em unscathed.

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

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

I'm comin' the land of dope,
Where all of niggaz never planned to hope.
You can be the man to know,
But my plan was 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 knowin' you at,
Be in the cut if you of them gats,
Cause oakland niggaz be prepared to shit.
I make my mail so I don't to run that broke skid.
Some niggaz serve at spots 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 talkin' half to the heads,
Lit's have a of the minds
Nobodies leavin' we all red.
Went to the jam, we caravan to see an site to see,
The music invitin' me
To rip the mic if be,
But you know important that I pull the women with the jewels
Glistenin'...
Only I can get the fly sister rumps to 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 should've bolos,
But you em,
Now your miss is listed.
I the jealous stares stuck at my back,
Ut don't drop the until I feel I fully did that.
Damn,
Who these kids come 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 dole out with all that dumb shit.
The souls of mischief click down hieroglyphics.