Luyện nghe bài hát We Won't Stop

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

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

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

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

M, my inventions, stay out of
Have you limping, to a you out of time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Unverified] streets it be too hot, get your
It stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
Florida streets, shermed out 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 keep on pipe
With they jaws on extra tight, and they hype
Full of that shit to make us and drawers ignite

And we gone the fire, fuel and flames
Get them brains, leaving we off the chain
Who run trains till they off the track, wolf
Up in Playboy mansion I all these bunnies back

We got money stacks, homes and
and gats for any Tom, Dick, Harry and Jack?
Who want to where our hearts be at, come hear the
Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, back

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

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

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