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

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

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

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

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

They fuckin and they strippin, nigga, I ain't trippin nigga
Me, I handle business, God's my witness
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 around, boy, you better 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
we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich
That's why my name bells all around this bitch
Any you go through they know 50 Cent
(And I wanna talk about it, oh)

I'm makin' millions quick and I don't wan' about it
Nah, I wanna talk about it
I shoot a kid and I don't wan' talk about 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 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 got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
With Mandela nephew heavy herb
Then back to the projects, low from the force
The dope spot's more shit than Scott Storch

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

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

Im makin quick and I don't 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 wanna talk 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 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, loaded nine blow
You see out on hydro, blind hoe

Louis V me, your bitch in my Bentley C
And weekends are the chills, I'ma her 'til 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 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 and let you pop the switch
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 it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on piff
Bye-bye, you bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch

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