Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Want To Talk About It

I don't wan' about it
(50)
Man I don't wanna about it
(Nah)
Man I wan' talk about it
(Yeah)
And I don't wanna talk it
(Wooh)

Im makin millions quick and I don't wan' about it
Nah, I wanna talk about it
I shoot a kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' about it
(These police)
Nah, I don't wanna talk it

Go 'head, ask me what I'm in so I can say the Enzo
My roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow
Got big for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
Bitches me cruisin, Moulin Rougin'

They fuckin and strippin, nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga
Me, I handle business, my only witness
Watchin homicide, sayin "Who the did this?"
Me I run the street, mayne, so I the heat, mayne

What you sow is you reap, when you fuck with the elite, mayne
I fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy
I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the
For? You poppin that bullshit, like I don't shit

Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, the bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin
That's why my name ring all around this bitch
Any hood you go through know 50 Cent
(And I don't wanna about it, oh)

I'm makin' millions quick and I don't talk about it
Nah, I don't talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' about it
Nah, I don't talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't talk about it
Nah, I wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk it
(Yeah, the kid, nigga, yeah)
Nah, I don't wanna talk it

Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face,
Forty-five, my got the big eights
hate but I'm low seven star Caesar
For niggaz tryin to line me like, Oh a preacher

You got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
With Mandela nephew blowin heavy
Then back to the projects, low from the force
The dope spot's sellin more than Scott Storch

I'm tired of these pricks, lyin 'bout
Got my can and my white, my tan Mariah and Nick
Fly in the '60 U.F.O.
Unidentified object on twenty-fo's

More more hoes, more money, more clothes
that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah
I big arenas, not bullshit shows
And my pants three thousand, these ain't clothes, oh

Im makin millions quick and I don't wan' about it
Nah, I wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't talk about it
(Nah, uh)

B A, N K, S 5, 5 0
Or 6 8, M G, tinted with my low
Homie, I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine
You see out on hydro, blind hoe

Louis V offended me, your in my Bentley C
And are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she empty
Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is
Give ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car

I ain't them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen,
Listen and I'll show you, how money you
I'll put you in my old school and let you pop the
in every packet, that's why I'm poppin shit

I don't I don't forget, what you said, where you flip
you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I-I, be on shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff
Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch

Im makin millions quick and I don't talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk it
Nah, I wanna talk about it

I fuck the bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't talk about it
I'm still chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it