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

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

Im makin millions 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 wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk it
(These police)
Nah, I wanna talk about it

Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin in so I can say the
My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind
Got big enough for me to fiddle on my
with me cruisin, Moulin Rougin'

They fuckin and they strippin, nigga, I ain't even nigga
Me, I handle business, God's my only
Watchin homicide, "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 with the elite, mayne
I don't fuck around, boy, you ask around, boy
I hit you with the pound, yo' ass on the ground
For? You poppin 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 this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50
(And I don't wanna talk it, oh)

I'm 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 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 talk about 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 star
For grimy niggaz tryin to me like, Oh a preacher

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

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

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

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 wan' 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 talk it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk it
Nah, I don't 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, blind hoe

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

I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you
When you get hit, I 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 ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a

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

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