Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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Nigga it don't stop, so on flippin your Glock
Whether it's or not
Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you or not
That's how it go on the
Keep your open because the police they plot
Don't let spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped
So when I'm in the drop I'm strapped with my cocked
gon' take one shot, leave you stretched out on the block

I'm a asshole, every day all day
E.B.K. every 24 hours Houston streets made me this way
I spit it like I it homie and the way I live is dangerous
Fuck Officer Thornton Berry and 5 for playin games with us
Mad we in a big house, driveway look like a car lot
Since we young and black that's enough to make them bitches fall out
But I got the game from J. Prince and I'm still learnin
Able to flip with a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and burnin
On top of 22 inches of chrome and they turnin
Tryin to reach a bigger market I have a plaque but I'm still earnin
Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae his thang too
with us must be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you
Here's a couple of bitch niggaz that would to see me dead
And they can't stand the fact Joseph McVey is backed up by bread

(Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my hood
My Grady and Mike Newsome in the streets up to no good
Tryin to make good and get out the hood like I did, and I'm help 'em do it
I got love for my real niggaz and I got extra chips to do it
Look I used to reap a lot of now I'm startin to sew some
Remember when I was dirt broke and love nobody none
That's the reason I ain't when you see me in person
I'm tryin to peep out my surroundings them jackers be lurkin
Ain't none of that my car or my chain, bitch you must be smokin
Ain't nuttin smoother than to {?} his ass and I'll leave yo' open
I'ma the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the glass house
Rov' Rangin with motherfuckers displayin my glass
Hit my licks and get off the game 'fore get me I cash out
Be somewhere down in water, off with a big mustache mouth
on the beach bitch, just me and my fam
Don't make these bullets melt in your mouth this heat in my hand

Listen, I a sucker for love once, I ain't gon' do it no mo' do'
So listen up bitches you hoes won't get a red cent or doe
Faster than the flash of a photo beat and hit that
And if any lil' momma start to get I'll dismiss that
Not a jiggalo or nothin that, but I like to beat it up
by 'dro and bumpin some rap
momma get on top of me and put a hump in your back
But if you upset a I promise yo I'm dumpin the gat
A couple of 7 point right up under ya naps
Hit everybody that was involved and put 'em the map
I run the streets like Jackee plus I run rap
I took a fall for 9 and a 1/2 but I had to come back
And at my arrival was some bitch niggaz with some yakkity yak
hoe-ass nigga DJ Den and his whole raggedy pack
Y'all niggaz'll be Guerillas or the Screwed Up Click
So when you see me holla at me ya shoes up bitch
It's Screwed Up 4 Life