Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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

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 Precinct 5 for games with us
Mad we in a big house, driveway look like a car lot
Since we young and black that's enough to 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 Trae doin his too
Fuck us must be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you
Here's a couple of bitch niggaz that would love to see me
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 in the streets up to no good
Tryin to make good and get out the like I did, and I'm gon' help 'em do it
Cause I got for my real niggaz and I got extra chips to do it
Look I to reap a lot of shit now I'm startin to sew some
Remember when I was dirt broke and love nobody showed
That's the reason I ain't smilin you see me in person
I'm tryin to peep out my surroundings them jackers be lurkin
Ain't none of that takin my car or my chain, bitch you must be
Ain't nuttin smoother than to {?} his ass and I'll yo' head open
I'ma roll the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the glass
Rov' Rangin with motherfuckers my glass mouth
Hit my licks and get off the '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
Don't make these bullets melt in your mouth this heat in my hand

Listen, I been a for love once, I ain't gon' do it no mo' do'
So listen up bitches you hoes get a red cent or rose doe
Faster than the of a photo I'ma beat and hit that
And if any momma start to get posessive I'll dismiss that
Not a jiggalo or like that, but I like to beat it up
by 'dro and bumpin some rap
Lil' momma get on top of me and put a hump in your
But if you upset a bitch I yo I'm dumpin the gat
A couple of 7 point 2-6's right up under ya
Hit everybody that was and put 'em under the map
I run the like Jackee Joyner-Kersee plus I run rap
I took a fall for 9 and a 1/2 but I had to come back
And at my arrival there was some bitch niggaz some yakkity yak
That nigga DJ Den and his whole 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
Screwed Up Click 4 Life