Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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Nigga it don't stop, so keep on 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
your eyes open because the police they plot
Don't let your get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped
So when I'm in the I'm strapped with my thumb cocked
Only gon' take one shot, leave you out on the block

I'm a motherfuckin asshole, day all day
E.B.K. every 24 hours Houston streets made me this way
I spit it like I live it and the way I live is dangerous
Fuck Officer Thornton Berry and 5 for playin games with us
Mad cause we in a big house, driveway look a car lot
we young and black that's enough to make them President bitches fall out
But I got the game from J. Prince bitch and I'm still
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 I don't have a plaque but I'm still earnin
Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk doin his thang too
Fuck with us must be baldheaded so a hat is I brand you
Here's a of bitch niggaz that would love to see me dead
And they can't stand the fact that Joseph is backed up by bread

(Say Ridgemont!) Mo my motherfuckin hood
My nigga Grady and Mike Newsome in the up to no good
Tryin to make good and get out the hood like I did, and I'm gon' 'em do it
Cause I got for my real niggaz and I got extra chips to do it
Look I used to a lot of shit now I'm startin to sew some
Remember when I was dirt broke and nobody showed none
That's the reason I ain't when you see me in person
I'm tryin to peep out my surroundings cause them jackers be
none of that takin my car or my chain, bitch you must be smokin
Ain't smoother than to {?} his ass and I'll leave yo' head open
I'ma roll the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the house
Rov' Rangin with motherfuckers displayin my mouth
Hit my licks and get off the game 'fore they get me I 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 from heat in my hand

Listen, I been a for love once, I ain't gon' do it no mo' do'
So listen up you hoes won't get a red cent or rose doe
Faster the flash of a photo I'ma beat and hit that
And if any lil' momma start to get I'll dismiss that
Not a jiggalo or like 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 a bitch I promise yo I'm dumpin the gat
A couple of 7 2-6's right up under ya naps
Hit everybody was involved and put 'em under the map
I run the streets like Joyner-Kersee plus I run rap
I a fall for 9 and a 1/2 months but I had to come back
And at my arrival there was bitch niggaz with some yakkity yak
That hoe-ass DJ Den and his whole raggedy pack
Y'all niggaz'll never be Guerillas or the Up Click
So when you see me at me lace ya shoes up bitch
It's Screwed Up Click 4