Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Don't Stop

Say what,
Never pressure,
Stress free we the mic,
You impress me.
I the life of an mc no pretending,
Souls of mischief tha house.
So baby 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
It's not a stick.
Damn right for life.
Close knit while these others fight we write hits,
As for us
Discrepancies with mc's, it's a breeze.
I stay focused while they frustrated.
off the mic,
Don't a ruckus
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 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 the best with no stress just,
The mic conceit.
With my boundless,

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

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

Now that [queen low]? .
I'm talkin' sips to the heads,
Lit's have a meeting of the
Nobodies till we all red.
to the jam, we caravan to see an excitin' site to see,
The inside invitin' me
To rip the mic if be,
But you know it's important that I pull the with the jewels
Glistenin'...
Only I can get the fly sister to switch up,
a swisher sittin' on trompe.
[ ? ], you step 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 your 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 these kids that come to single show,
And always pull they roscoes instead of hoes.
You better up I'm with niggaz you don't know I'm with,
So just dole out with all dumb shit.
The souls of click down with hieroglyphics.