Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, what's up, yo is 50 cent
You're here with mah man Green
And you know how the fuck it go
You wanna hate? Okay, okay, You can hate me baby!
I'm on right now ya bitch ass nigga, ya heard me...

x2]

Yeah...
Detroit, Motherfucka...
DJ Green (The Evil Genius)
D12, We ain't nowhere...
We smokin' crack, nigga...
(laugh) Let 'em know...

Bitch, Talkin'
Keep on poppin off, them jaws because
We stoppin'
We ain't got to prove to yall
So all yall can lick the and
Walkin'!
Keep on that shit you poppin'
we ain't stoppin' cause
You stoppin' us!
We ain't got to prove to yall
So all yall can lick the and
Walkin'!

(Come on!)

(Yo) The back
I'm blazing niggas while up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even sold my crack
You niggas is bitches, straight up, I'm bearing the
I love pussy with all my heart, but I a gat (gun clicks)
And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play me
I'll blow your tattoos all over your seat (glass shattering)
an' all get hit, peers and all
The Mosberg'll take your back, liver, and all (bah!)
Kuniva's a street
to beefstarter
Packing guns I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a firebomb down your
While you're at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi
with the hands, never bow down to another man
I was guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands
your clan!
Sever your hand and your
And mail your brother your heart, and send mother your head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya
Type of brother that'll fuck your
a fishnet rubber (scream)
A belligerent and motherfucka
That'll dump your body, and still fly to Maui on Atella
When it comes to beefin', it no explainin'
I your language with a stainless
I'm contained with an anguish to leave you
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint face with
Niggas don't say shit, fuck hype man
If there's a bystander by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out)
Cause I can, You get squashed like pop
I'll be 7 up in your mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm about to your mama bud, and lace it
So she fire it up she coughin' blood
I love to see 'em lay
I'm made to behave in this
You try to be brave in a your legs will be replaced

Bitch, Talkin'
Keep on off, flip them jaws because
We ain't
We got to prove shit to yall
So all yall can the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on that shit you poppin'
Cause we stoppin' cause
You stoppin' us!
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!

(Bizzy, on!)

I ain't here to talk about Benzino, or Ja
I'm here to talk lil' Ray Ray, and what I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't mention you, you'll probably sue
Next week, shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The first I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my bent over backwards (Ugh!)
been fuckin' raw all summer
Let's make a trade: My wife for brother
Syke! I'm not
I'm an intellectual transexual with one (One nut)
And I saying shit 'cause it rhyme
I got cancer...I'm dyin

(Yay Yay!)
Rest in peace Jammaster Jay, 2pac, and Big (Fo' Sho')
(Come on)I'm probably the
God in the
your heart out of your chest
And your chest out of vest
Leave your body a mess, streets as hell
my 12, I cut him he fell
A druggie on bail, nutty as
search light, bud he revealed
Dead or in
headed for hell...
Together with bells and guy
Get lungs hard
Leave you full of like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take this your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin to pee on you
your office, we takin' over
Or get China White, mixed with soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

Crackheads!
And this is just mixtape shit, you morons!
This ain't brains brawn
This is bullies fuckin' pussies!
(Laugh) on!

Bitch, Keep
on poppin off, flip them jaws because
We stoppin'
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' that you poppin'
Cause we ain't stoppin'
You ain't us!
We ain't got to shit to yall
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!