Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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

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

(Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my hood
My nigga Grady and Mike Newsome in the streets up to no
Tryin to make good and get out the like I did, and I'm gon' help 'em do it
Cause I got love for my real niggaz and I got 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 showed none
That's the reason I ain't smilin when you see me in
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 leave yo' head open
I'ma roll the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the glass
Rangin with motherfuckers displayin my glass mouth
Hit my and get off the game 'fore they get me I cash out
Be down in water, off season with a big mustache mouth
Barefooted on the beach bitch, me and my fam
make these bullets melt in your mouth from this heat in my hand

Listen, I been a sucker for love once, I ain't do it no mo' do'
So listen up bitches you won't get a red cent or rose doe
Faster than the flash of a photo beat and hit that
And if any lil' start to get posessive I'll dismiss that
Not a jiggalo or like that, but I like to beat it up
by smokin and bumpin some rap
Lil' momma get on top of me and put a in your back
But if you upset a bitch I yo I'm dumpin the gat
A couple of 7 point 2-6's up under ya naps
Hit everybody that was and put 'em under the map
I run the streets Jackee Joyner-Kersee plus I run rap
I took a for 9 and a 1/2 months but I had to come back
And at my arrival there was some bitch niggaz with some yak
That hoe-ass nigga DJ Den and his raggedy pack
Y'all niggaz'll never be Guerillas or the Up Click
So you see me holla at me lace ya shoes up bitch
It's Screwed Up 4 Life