Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Stop

Mack OneDime me playboy
Aiight check out aiight nigga check this out
We crimeys that mean you my partner in crime

Like check this out let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been up
From L.A. to the Bay you understand we big thangs
Big thangs big thangs fool, check it out

One O this E. Feezee, I gotta, I gotta
Thank my teacher Count Dracula
For teachin' a brother to you know
Count his you know, what about you?

You see I can't I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a bad bitch and a house on the hill
365, 7 days I believe crack
My estates guarded by pit bulls and AK's

I'm straight them thangs, movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good don't mean he went
Dog I practice my craft so each year I get
To stay ghetto and clever and be richer than

Fonzerelli man I thought you was a rebel, I am but me this then
Why you move up out the ghetto I am the ghetto
I beg yo pardon I was grindin' tryin to take off niggas heads
and fuckin' hoes when you was in kindergarten

Nigga ain't Lenny and Squiggy this E-Feezee & Mack Teezee
Fuckin' with Italian, Romaine pasta, Tortellini
Thirty odd six custodian, the scope
Far Nickelodeon no shit no joke

Cali up North see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it
Plead the 5th but don't snitch, no 'cause they're po po
And they mami know that 12 gage can be traced

Stand on ya bunions don't try to get caught in his drawers
'Cause 223's be penetratin' through walls
Plus I got warrants and shit didn't pay support
about skippin' town movin' to Shreveport

You see I can't stop I stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a on the hill
From L.A. to the Yay see we be
Make a bitch a gun report it stolen

You see I can't stop I won't 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the
See you my dude right that we pa'tnas in crime
It's Forty and Mack Dime Bitch

Forty I'm the one bro in the mix like gumbo
Now how can I humble and make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas Mack we got bigger
Now throw the top back on the 'Rarri and bang on these niggas

And what the money show you about niggas that don't know you
Busters is gone real G's is happy foe ya
It's Dime on the grind fool it's my time to shine
Now you niggas kick back and let me get mine

Causin' havoc up chaos bringin' the ruckus heavy metal heaters
Mobb, under buckets if ya can't us then join us get on the team
Streetsweepers grenades and M1 car beams
Dice games craps bets over car titlespink slips money
out for rival gang members beefin'
Bad weather but it all boils down to who got the most

You see I stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the
From L.A. to the Yay see we be
a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen

You see I can't stop I won't stop I check a mil'
I a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
See you my dude right mean we pa'tnas in crime
Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime Bitch

I shoot 'em up like syringes I know what ends is
Lo lo's Harley and big body Benzes
Ain't been so far on my wrist
I got a R hundred thousand dollar car 'cause I push the

So what's up what you need huddle up
Got that 2 for 1 with the rock called double up
So get lit take a hit shop is all day
From L.A. to the Bay Mack 10 and E-Fortaay

Sometimes I wonder if worth this
Fuckin' with the law tryna make it look
I'm runnin' a legitimate tow truck
With a 'Just Say No to Drug' sticker on the back window

Knowin' I been a gang of Indo
Around the corner four houses across the way way
a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there me

Punch in how you wanna spend
Seperate the 20's from the 1's, 5's and
Slick, sly, sharp narcotic
Always do business in shopping
Buck 'em stick 'em, stuck 'em ever fuck me
'em, bleed 'em, love 'em shit can get ugly

You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the
From L.A. to the Yay see we be
Make a bitch a gun report it stolen

You see I can't stop I stop 'til I check a mil'
I a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
See you my dude right that mean we pa'tnas in
It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Bitch

Who bang, who ride, who bang, who ride, who ride, who
Who be ridin', who be westside ride nigga
Who bang, who ride, who bang, who ride, who ride, who
Who be ridin' who be bangin' westside nigga

Fuck 'em and feed 'em cold sardines, cold
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em cold sardines, 'em
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em sardines