Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

Explain yourself, how you sound me?
the skateboard P
knowing that mee lo
playing games like cee-lo
in a tight like speedos
you can have it your way Carlito
my nigga will be happy to you torpedos
and have you car like a blunt
for you faggot ass that like to front
Im on BBC bape shit
Im on some cake
in the with the heat making beats in my apron
you and you want to erase it
close your eyes you know you cant take it
my flow interrupts your
I Royce it on a regular basis
you talk street it sound like sweet shit
straight you niggas sound ticklish
80k large for the dream
n crop in all your magazines
hunger strike yourself, look like
Dion, me and my niggas like
you on my pecan
she got an ass you can eat on
try to play like the leather on a Vuiton
I hit it til I could on
try to get her on
ask me to R ya and get peed on
I said it me maam
that 8 behind me got the burner
yes the enzo is stilll black like
truth, I mighta loosened a tooth
spittin what I did in the
Im out, pooof!

[Lupe
Carrera, raised in a teenage mutant ninja era
waanna bear n the truth, I dare ya
ya lie, so eat these bottle of these jalapeno peppers
for terror made in too live
the property or give me my props properly
high off life this high technology,
I rep Muhammad Ali more rapology
my policys not to be dishonestly
so gimme that, that, keep going
where my city at, Im like steak and but never die
they wanna Ghostface be me
but they will haste follow me into the after life
that means you right after Ive
but Im the sort of like Jack Sparrow
so someway somehow I survived
ha ha
who is he we see coming over the tides
in a speed boat, boat load of
Fall of Rome, dress and mastermind tie
he happens when rappping and happen the fashion collide
so OMG is the "C" the C-R-S LOLing at you haters
tell BFFs like

West:]
Yes, Mr West turn that new child
loud as a badass child
who need a chorus we with a tyrannosaurus
tyrone its been a year no phone
could you how high is your zone
well the plane rub his nose in cocaine
theres hoes in you lame sayin you lame
and for the hate in advance, pull down pants
make em both cheeks like we living in France
Diamonds blue, business managers
and if I get my lawyers Jews
girls do, grab the cojones
say you got enough diamonds to at least Loan-us
new ferraris I gotta make the donuts
C-R-S is like a hip hop bonus
niggas is hating on the internet I tell
I was too rapping GOOD as hell
I was too flying, parasail!
tell to get the new shit that Paris sell
Tarantino, Da Vinci, gettin Benjis, get off Fendi
half of thats to
hoped out the spaceship on my and Mindy
popped too many to let you dorks offend me
props in New York but Chi towns the
get my city hoochies Gucci, Belluccis
are those the real or the bendis?
Im so Im even over Oprah
but let me your account, haha no sir

stop, dont stop...