Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Stop

Explain yourself, how you like me?
the muthafucking P
knowing that mee lo
playing like youre cee-lo
in a tight like speedos
you can have it your way like
my nigga will be to give you torpedos
and you car twisted like a blunt
for you faggot ass niggas like to front
Im on some BBC shit
Im on some cake
in the kitchen with the heat making beats in my
you hating and you want to it
close eyes when you know you cant take it
my flow interrupts homeostasis
I Rolls Royce it on a regular
you street shit it sound like sweet shit
straight liquorice you niggas ticklish
80k large for the Hermes
coke n crop in all magazines
hunger yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my niggas like
you bitches on my
she got an ass you can eat on
try to play like the leather on a Vuiton
I hit it til I could on
try to get her on
ask me to R Kelly ya and get on
I it aint me maam
that 8 behind me still got the
yes the is stilll black like Sojourner
truth, I mighta just a tooth
what I did in the booth
Im out, pooof!

[Lupe
Carrera, raised in a mutant ninja turtle era
waanna bear n the truth, I dare ya
ya lie, so eat these whole bottle of these jalapeno
for made in america too live
fuck the property or me my props properly
off life this high technology, DeVry
I rep Muhammad Ali more rapology
my policys not to be dishonestly
so that, gimme that, keep going
where my city at, Im like steak and fries but die
they wanna Ghostface be me
but they will post haste follow me into the life
that you going right after Ive
but Im the hero of like Jack Sparrow
so somehow I have survived
ha ha
who is he we see coming over the tides
in a speed boat, load of pride
Fall of Rome, dress shirted and tie
he what happens rappping and happen the fashion collide
so OMG is the "C" from the LOLing at you haters
your BFFs like

[Kanye
Yes, Mr West that new child rebel
loud as a badass child
who need a chorus we through a tyrannosaurus
tyrone its been a year with no
could you explain how high is zone
well take the plane rub his nose in
theres hoes in magazines you sayin you lame
and for the hate in advance, pull down pants
make em both cheeks like we living in France
blue, business managers Jewish
and if I get sued my Jews
some girls do, grab the
say you got enough diamonds to at least Loan-us
brand new ferraris I make the donuts
C-R-S is like a hip hop bonus
niggas is hating on the internet I tell
I was too busy rapping as hell
I was too flying, parasail!
tell collect to get the new shit that Paris
Tarantino, Da Vinci, gettin Benjis, get half off
half of to Cindys
out the spaceship on my Mork and Mindy
popped too many corks to let you offend me
props in New but Chi towns the city
get my city hoochies Gucci, Belluccis
are the real millionnaires or the bendis?
Im so ultra Im over Oprah
but let me check account, haha no sir

stop, dont stop...