Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Don't Stop

Say what,
Never pressure,
Stress 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,
Show you right wrong you wanna do it again.
Release all pinned up aggression
caress and massage my dick, baby
It's not a stick.
Damn right for life.
Close knit while others crews fight we write hits,
As for us
Discrepancies other mc's, it's a breeze.
Cause I stay focused while frustrated.
off the mic,
Don't cause a
destructive,
Unproductive,
See us we in touch with the one's that bite,
Yah write to dis,
But a miss 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...
rollers imperially equipped to eclipse,
And overshadow the with no stress just,
The mic conceit.
With my boundless,

Plus my prowess psychedelic
For the female folk who wanna get into mischief,
like I got em drunk,
And I got em junked,
With they hyperextended, weakened,
Speaking in like a ventriloquist,
I quit,
While these niggaz oversaturated with nonsense,
I respond simp.
just punks beyond dips.
Infatuated with they never corespondent.
I guess it never on em
That don't belong on the mic like
Germs, I like to watch squirm,
me they styles
Anything then elementary, but spermacidal
Is the they've earned.

I'm comin' 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 quiet I be the man ya like,
To the mic,
So I can make a dollar, and ya holler.
I never a scholar
rappers 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 of them gats,
Cause oakland 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 that shit,
I smoke a and flow swift.

Now that [queen low]? .
I'm half 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 women the jewels
Glistenin'...
Only I can get the fly rumps to switch up,
With a swisher on trompe.
[ ? ], you step in hap hazard,
To the was center t to the a's up in the zone solo,
Bitch niggaz should've bolos,
But you em,
Now even miss is listed.
I the jealous stares stuck at my back,
Ut don't drop the microphone 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 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.