Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Don't Stop

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

phesto, in stereo,
Souls of mischief stop, don't quit.
To in the o, hiero...
Glyphics rollers imperially 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 knees hyperextended, weakened,
in tongues like a ventriloquist,
I quit,
While these oversaturated with exaggerated nonsense,
I respond simp.
They just punks dips.
Infatuated they lyrics never corespondent.
I guess it never on em
they don't belong on the mic like
Germs, I to watch them squirm,
Convincin' me they
Anything more then elementary, but
Is the they've earned.

I'm comin' from the of dope,
Where all of these never planned to hope.
You can be the man to know,
But my was writin' 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 where you at,
Be in the cut if you scared of gats,
Cause niggaz be prepared to jack shit.
I my mail so I don't have 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 a quarter and flow swift.

Now phuck that low]? .
I'm talkin' sips to the heads,
have a meeting of the minds
Nobodies leavin' we all red.
Went to the jam, we caravan to see an excitin' to see,
The music invitin' me
To rip the mic if be,
But you know it's important I pull the women with the jewels
Glistenin'...
Only I can get the fly sister rumps to up,
a swisher 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 stares at my back,
Ut don't drop the microphone until I feel I did that.
Damn,
Who these that come to every single show,
And always pull they roscoes instead of hoes.
You better grow up I'm with niggaz you don't I'm with,
So dole out with all that dumb shit.
The souls of click down with hieroglyphics.