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 pinned up
Come caress and my dick, baby
not a maraudin' stick.
Damn right for life.
Close knit these others crews fight we write hits,
As for us
Discrepancies with mc's, it's a breeze.
Cause I focused while they frustrated.
off the mic,
Don't cause a
destructive,
Unproductive,
See us we keep in touch with the one's bite,
Yah some to dis,
But it's a miss I guess
I the wack backstage.
We wage battles and em unscathed.

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

Plus my prowess psychedelic
For the female who wanna get into some mischief,
like I got em drunk,
And I got em junked,
With knees hyperextended, weakened,
in tongues like a ventriloquist,
I quit,
While niggaz oversaturated with exaggerated nonsense,
I respond simp.
They just punks dips.
with they lyrics never corespondent.
I guess it dawned on em
That they belong on the mic like
Germs, I like to them squirm,
me they styles
Anything then elementary, but spermacidal
Is the they've 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 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' rappers in a of water.
I to max,
Be pagin' leed if I the sacs,
Get the relax.
In the o we where you at,
Be in the cut if you scared of gats,
Cause oakland be prepared to jack shit.
I make my mail so I don't to run that broke skid.
Some niggaz serve rocks at spots and get shot, knots to clock
But yo I the spot.
Hah... with soul shit,
I smoke a and flow swift.

Now phuck that low]? .
I'm talkin' sips to the heads,
Lit's a meeting of the minds
Nobodies till 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 know it's that I pull the women with the jewels
Glistenin'...
I can get the fly sister rumps 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,
niggaz should've thrown bolos,
But you em,
Now even your is listed.
I feel the stares stuck at my back,
Ut don't drop the microphone I feel I fully did that.
Damn,
Who these kids that to every single show,
And always wanna pull they roscoes of hoes.
You better grow up I'm niggaz you don't know I'm with,
So dole out with all that dumb shit.
The souls of mischief click with hieroglyphics.