Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Don't Stop

Say what,
Never pressure,
Stress free we the mic,
You impress me.
I live the of an mc no pretending,
Souls of rock tha house.
So baby spread wings now,
And let me on in,
Show you right from you wanna do it again.
Release all pinned up aggression
Come caress and massage my dick,
not a maraudin' stick.
Damn right for life.
Close knit these others crews fight we write hits,
As for us
with other mc's, it's a breeze.
Cause I stay focused they frustrated.
off the mic,
Don't cause a
destructive,
Unproductive,
See us we in touch with the one's that bite,
Yah some to dis,
But it's a miss I guess
I the wack backstage.
We wage and leave em unscathed.

phesto, in stereo,
Souls of don't stop, don't quit.
To in the o, hiero...
rollers imperially 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 into mischief,
Submissive I got em drunk,
And I got em junked,
With they hyperextended, weakened,
Speaking in like a ventriloquist,
I quit,
While these niggaz oversaturated exaggerated nonsense,
I respond simp.
They just punks dips.
with they lyrics never corespondent.
I guess it dawned on em
they don't belong on the mic like
Germs, I like to them squirm,
me they styles
Anything more elementary, but spermacidal
Is the title earned.

I'm comin' the land of dope,
all of these 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
rappers in a lake 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 have to run that skid.
Some niggaz serve rocks at spots and get shot, knots to clock
But yo I the spot.
Hah... with soul shit,
I a quarter and flow swift.

Now phuck that [queen .
I'm half sips 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 it's 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 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 jealous stuck at my back,
Ut don't drop the microphone I feel I fully did that.
Damn,
Who these that come to every single show,
And wanna pull they roscoes instead of hoes.
You better up I'm with niggaz you don't know I'm with,
So just out with all that dumb shit.
The souls of click down with hieroglyphics.