Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Don't Stop

Say what,
Never pressure,
free we shock the mic,
You impress me.
I the life of an mc no pretending,
Souls of rock tha house.
So spread your wings 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 right for life.
Close knit while these others fight we write hits,
As for us
with other mc's, it's a breeze.
Cause I stay while they frustrated.
off the mic,
Don't a ruckus
destructive,
Unproductive,
See us we keep in with the one's that bite,
Yah some to dis,
But it's a miss match I
I attract the backstage.
We wage and leave em unscathed.

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

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

I'm from the land of dope,
Where all of niggaz never planned to hope.
You can be the man to know,
But my plan was writin' raw.
Standing cause I be the man ya like,
To the mic,
So I can make a dollar, and ya holler.
I never a scholar
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 oakland niggaz be to jack shit.
I my mail so I don't have to run that broke skid.
niggaz serve rocks at spots and get shot, over knots to clock
But yo I the spot.
Hah... with that shit,
I smoke a and flow swift.

Now phuck [queen low]? .
I'm talkin' sips to the heads,
have a meeting of the minds
Nobodies leavin' we all red.
Went to the jam, we to see an excitin' site to see,
The music invitin' me
To rip the mic if be,
But you know it's important that I the women with the jewels
Glistenin'...
I can get the fly sister rumps to switch up,
With a sittin' 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 miss is listed.
I feel the jealous stuck at my back,
Ut don't 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 better 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 down hieroglyphics.