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

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

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

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' about it
Nah, I wanna talk about it
I'm still chickens, I don't wan' talk 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 bitch roll the window so I could feel the wind blow
Got big enough for me to fiddle on my
with me cruisin, Moulin Rougin'

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

What you sow is what you reap, when you fuck with the elite,
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 pull shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't 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 blow
You see out on hydro, Luciano hoe

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

I them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby
Listen and I'll you, how money controls you
I'll put you in my old and let you pop the switch
Pocketful in packet, that's why I'm poppin shit

I don't forgive I forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I hope 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 quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't talk about it
I shoot a kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna about 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 wanna talk about it