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

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

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

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

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

They fuckin and they strippin, nigga, I ain't 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 keep the heat,

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
You poppin that bullshit, like I don't pull shit

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

I'm makin' millions quick and I wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna 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' talk it
Nah, I don't talk about 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 belt got the big
Niggaz hate but I'm low seven Caesar
For grimy niggaz tryin to line me like, Oh a

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

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

More money more hoes, money, more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not 'dro, yeah
I big arenas, not bullshit 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 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 wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk it
Nah, I wanna talk about it
(Nah, uh)

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

Louis V me, your bitch in my Bentley C
And weekends are the chills, I'ma 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 them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby
Listen and I'll show you, how controls you
put you in my old school and let you pop the switch
Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin

I don't forgive I don't forget, 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 piff
Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you ain't hot, you rich, you a snitch

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

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