Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

[8B] Space, Age-in
[TS] right right right
One time
Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you retire!

Verse Too $hort, Eightball

nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em (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 of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young
Tell her baby, no doubt, this dick in yo' mouth
I a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties nice clothes
but ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin
I live a good life, in my pursuit of
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin
opportunity, for you and me to it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my song

Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend
Eighty-eight, my pockets straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin
All my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it rich niggaz 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 chronic main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this
State to state, plenty and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz weight
The game been to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out and make this loot

Too $hort, Eightball, MJG

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

Two: MJG, Too $hort

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

I won't stop rappin, I stop rappin
I make too much money bitch I can't stop
I the fast life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records makin beats
I could do a show tonight and ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, 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 breakin me off some dough, to hit the
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on own ten toes
So I'ma all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes
Friend or foe, a or hoe, rich or po'
got flow, MJG

Here comes the one call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get
and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
the pimps of the industry, shit pretend to be
Fuck so why we, settle down
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop fillin all you hoes
Give up the of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too
So I up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga

[8B] Yea yea, one time, for motherfuckin mind
[TS] Pimp shit
Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too
It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] Straight smokin baby, em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix on the
Dangerous Music, uhh
[TS] House
[8B] I that!