Luyện nghe bài hát I Dont Stop

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Nigga it don't stop, so keep on flippin your
Whether drama or not
somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not
That's how it go on the
Keep your eyes open because the police plot
Don't let your get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped
So when I'm in the drop I'm with my thumb cocked
Only gon' one shot, leave you stretched out on the block

I'm a motherfuckin asshole, day all day
E.B.K. every 24 hours these Houston streets made me way
I spit it like I live it homie and the way I is dangerous
Fuck Officer Thornton and Precinct 5 for playin games with us
Mad we in a big house, driveway look like a car lot
Since we young and that's enough to make them President bitches fall out
But I got the game J. Prince bitch and I'm still learnin
Able to flip a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and still burnin
On top of 22 inches of chrome and they turnin
Tryin to reach a bigger I don't have a plaque but I'm still earnin
Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk doin his thang too
Fuck with us must be so a hat is what I brand you
Here's a of bitch niggaz that would love to see me dead
And they stand the fact that Joseph McVey is backed up by bread

(Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my motherfuckin
My nigga Grady and Mike in the streets up to no good
Tryin to make good and get out the hood like I did, and I'm gon' 'em do it
I got love for my real niggaz and I got extra chips to do it
Look I used to reap a lot of shit now I'm startin to sew
when I was dirt broke and love nobody showed none
That's the reason I smilin when you see me in person
I'm tryin to out my surroundings cause them jackers be lurkin
none of that takin my car or my chain, bitch you must be smokin
Ain't nuttin than to {?} his ass and I'll leave yo' head open
I'ma the way I wanna roll in the 3 or the glass house
Rov' Rangin with displayin my glass mouth
Hit my licks and get off the game 'fore get me I cash out
Be somewhere in water, off season with a big mustache mouth
Barefooted on the bitch, just me and my fam
Don't make these bullets melt in your mouth this heat in my hand

Listen, I been a sucker for love once, I gon' do it no mo' do'
So listen up you hoes won't get a red cent or rose doe
than the flash of a photo I'ma beat and hit that
And if any momma start to get posessive I'll dismiss that
Not a jiggalo or nothin like that, but I like to it up
by smokin 'dro and bumpin rap
momma get on top of me and put a hump in your back
But if you upset a bitch I yo I'm dumpin the gat
A couple of 7 2-6's right up under ya naps
Hit that was involved and put 'em under the map
I run the streets like Joyner-Kersee plus I run rap
I took a fall for 9 and a 1/2 months but I had to come
And at my there was some bitch niggaz with some yakkity yak
That hoe-ass nigga DJ Den and his whole pack
niggaz'll never be Guerillas or the Screwed Up Click
So when you see me holla at me lace ya shoes up
It's Screwed Up 4 Life