Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

[8B] Space, baby
[TS] right right right
[8B] One
Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how like it baby, nigga you can't retire!

Verse One: Too $hort,

From nineteen-eighty, eighty-eight
I Don't Rappin like my first tapes
I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo'
I a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice
but ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin
I live a good life, in my of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin
opportunity, for you and me to it on
Two ago, I thought it'd be my last song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Street
Smokin boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, raps
All about my snaps, to put Ball and G on the map
I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you to leave this game
State to state, hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin
The game been good to me, and I know muhfucka bless you
for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

[TS] I won't rappin, I don't stop rappin
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[8B] We presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different when I drop new tapes

Verse Two: MJG, Too

I had to sacrifice, get right
In this rap life, I my dues
Learn how to crawl, before I
Then I how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just didn't for me
Matter of fact it did it for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one ya hard
It can do hurt to me
So I sucked up my pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin A's in school
And ain't wind up to be nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit we isn't
When you up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't learn they lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a
was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my
MJG, what you see, on TV, is
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I this game

I won't stop rappin, I don't rappin
I make too money bitch I can't stop rappin
I live the fast of a MC
and I a lot of records makin pimp beats
I could do a show and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and weed
Three in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my sucked on the highway

Verse Eightball, MJG

My way (pimp til I dieee) a hoe
Unless that hoe is me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my to fuck all these hoes
Friend or foe, a or hoe, rich or po'
got flow, MJG

Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never retire
The tree-high, leaf, helps me to get higher
and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
the pimps of the industry, shit people to be
so why should we, settle down
Leave the put the kettles down
from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and
Hell no, it gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I hooked up my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your mind
[TS] Pimp bitch
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now what you me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
[TS] It's that old pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it this
[8B] Yea, New to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever,
[TS] on the funk
Dangerous Music, uhh
[TS] House
[8B] I that!