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 don't 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 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
(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 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 even trippin
Me, I handle business, God's my only
Watchin homicide, "Who the fuck 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 don't fuck around, boy, you ask around, boy
I hit you the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground
For? You poppin that bullshit, like I don't shit

Fully loaded and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we licks, stickin shit, gettin rich
That's why my name ring all around this bitch
Any hood you go through they 50 Cent
(And I wanna talk about it, oh)

I'm makin' millions and I don't 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 wanna about it

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

You got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
With nephew blowin heavy herb
back to the projects, low from the task force
The dope spot's sellin more shit 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 money hoes, more money, more clothes
Smoke AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah
I rock big arenas, not bullshit
And my pants three thousand, these bullshit clothes, oh

Im makin millions and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't 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 talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I 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 my eyes low
Homie, I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine
You see out on hydro, blind hoe

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

I them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby
Listen and I'll show you, how money 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 I don't 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 ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a

Im millions 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 don't talk about it

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