Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Don't Stop

Say what,
Never pressure,
free we shock the mic,
You don't me.
I the life of an mc no pretending,
Souls of rock tha house.
So baby your wings now,
And let me on in,
Show you from wrong you wanna do it again.
Release all that pinned up
Come and massage my dick, baby
It's not a stick.
Damn right for life.
Close knit while these crews fight we write hits,
As for us
Discrepancies with mc's, it's a breeze.
Cause I stay focused while 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 it's a match I guess
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.
my limits boundless,

Plus my prowess psychedelic
For the female folk who wanna get some mischief,
like I got em drunk,
And I got em junked,
With they hyperextended, weakened,
in tongues like a ventriloquist,
I quit,
While these niggaz with exaggerated nonsense,
I don't simp.
just punks beyond dips.
Infatuated they lyrics never corespondent.
I guess it never on em
they don't belong on the mic like
Germs, I like to watch squirm,
Convincin' me styles
Anything more elementary, but spermacidal
Is the they've 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 was writin' hella raw.
Standing quiet I be the man ya like,
To the mic,
So I can a dollar, and make ya holler.
I never a scholar
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 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, over to clock
But yo I the spot.
Hah... with that shit,
I smoke a quarter and swift.

Now that [queen low]? .
I'm talkin' sips to the heads,
Lit's have a meeting of the
Nobodies till 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 that I pull the women with the jewels
Glistenin'...
Only I can get the fly sister to switch up,
With a swisher on trompe.
[ ? ], you niggaz in hap hazard,
To the stage was t to the a's up in the zone solo,
Bitch should've thrown bolos,
But you em,
Now even miss is listed.
I feel the stares stuck at my back,
Ut don't drop the microphone until I I fully did that.
Damn,
Who these kids come 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 just dole out all that dumb shit.
The souls of mischief click down hieroglyphics.