Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

Son of a bitch's got my in they mouth
I knock they woman
And leave my drawers at house

Better not run up on Big Moe, that boy alone
Stankin' and swinging on like I was Roy Jones
Motorola, Benjamin folder, slab
Crushing these motherfuckers bout the of a polar

Bear, I swear, you better
I'ma let it go leaving 'bout spots in hair
Life is hard but fare ain't nothing for free
Get off my balls you niggas ain't nothing from me

I done mashed, for my cash
And if I got to go now I get down and
I'm still gangsta man, you better feel
Ain't nobody wrecking the shop nigga kill at
Get your wig back

M, my inventions, out of mine
you limping, to a crawl you out of time

H town it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a plot
D town shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to your pistol a cock

Little Rock it be too hot, get your glock
It stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
Louisiana shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to your pistol a cock

I'm a Mo soldier and I'ma be quick to give my pistol a cock
When I be dumping on son of a bitches bout a lot
Don't come around here no plex
Fuck around and pull out the jaws of
And snatch your dome smooth off your

To my people when I call collect my fond under my bed
And I'ma jump on when I touch down and keep bringing it to head
Hell, naw I ain't never scared, a bit of thing inside myself
'Cause I might accidentally me out these guns on myself

Being the king of the Killa and Disco Dan and from the Tre
May a slug hit you your fuck miss and your uh reefer done J
and gray or red and black ain't no set tripping 'cause we down

Leaving a of bloody murders through your city and through your town
Who would you run to, would you light up like a woman or a gun fool
And on top of decision we ain't having none of that riff-raff
Fuck around and open you up just a big slash

Chi-Town streets it be too hot, get your
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a plot
New York streets shermed out on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give pistol a cock

[Unverified] streets it be too hot, get glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial
streets, shermed out soldiers on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to your pistol a cock

We got and stripes, boy and sprites
Polite on mics the type of cats that boys on pipe
they jaws on extra tight, and they extra hype
Full of that shit to make us and drawers ignite

And we gone fatten the fire, fuel and
Get brains, leaving gangsta we off the chain
Who run till they off the track, wolf pack
Up in Playboy mansion I have all these bunnies

We got money stacks, homes and
Farms and for any Tom, Dick, Harry and Jack?
Who want to know where our hearts be at, hear the
Clickity clack, baby baby, back back

We can do it like this and we can do it that
Crack your high here's your skull cap to hoes
Snap a photo for your folks and your favorite pack of smokes
Cheater, we ain't no it's cut throat style we won't stop

Memphis streets it be too hot, get your
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial
L.A. streets shermed out on the block
It stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock

streets it be too hot, get your glock
It don't stop, unless you want to cop a plot
Dirty Third streets shermed out on the block
It don't stop, and it be quick to give pistol a cock