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

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

Im makin millions quick and I don't wan' talk it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk 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 wan' about it
(These police)
Nah, I wanna talk about 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 enough for me to fiddle on my
Bitches with me cruisin, Moulin

They and they strippin, nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga
Me, I handle business, 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 the elite, mayne
I fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy
I hit you the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground
For? You that bullshit, like I don't pull shit

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

I'm 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' about it
Nah, I wanna talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it
I'm flippin chickens, I don't 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
hate but I'm low seven star Caesar
For niggaz tryin to line me like, Oh a preacher

You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at
With Mandela nephew heavy herb
Then to the projects, low from the task force
The dope sellin more shit than Scott Storch

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

More money hoes, more money, more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro,
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' talk 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 bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it
I'm flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk 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 nine blow
You see out on hydro, blind hoe

V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley C
And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her she empty
on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck
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 controls you
I'll put you in my old school and let you pop the
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 that's it, pop-pop, all on whip
I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that
Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you ain't hot, you rich, you a snitch

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

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