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

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

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

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' about it
Nah, I don't talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk 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 down the window so I could feel the blow
Got big for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
Bitches with me cruisin, Moulin

They and they strippin, nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga
Me, I business, God's 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 what you reap, when you with the elite, mayne
I don't fuck around, boy, you ask around, boy
I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the
You poppin that bullshit, like I don't pull shit

Fully loaded and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, shit, gettin rich
That's why my name ring all around this bitch
Any hood you go they 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 wanna talk about it
I a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk 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 don't wan' talk it
(Yeah, the kid, nigga, yeah)
Nah, I wanna talk about it

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

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

I'm tired of pricks, lyin 'bout bricks
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 rock big arenas, not shows
And my pants three thousand, these bullshit clothes, oh

Im makin millions and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk 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 wanna 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, loaded nine blow
You see out on hydro, Luciano 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 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 every packet, that's why I'm shit

I don't forgive I forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that
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 wanna talk about it
I a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't talk about it

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