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

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

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

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

They fuckin and they strippin, nigga, I ain't even trippin
Me, I handle business, my only witness
homicide, sayin "Who the fuck did this?"
Me I run the street, mayne, so I keep the heat,

What you sow is what you reap, you fuck with the elite, mayne
I fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy
I hit you with the pound, yo' ass on the ground
For? You poppin that bullshit, like I pull shit

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

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

I fuck the baddest bitches, I wan' talk about it
Nah, I wanna talk about it
I'm flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
(Yeah, the kid, nigga, yeah)
Nah, I don't wanna talk 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
Mandela nephew blowin heavy herb
Then to the projects, low from the task force
The dope sellin more shit than Scott Storch

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

More money more hoes, 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 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 wan' talk it
Nah, I wanna 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' about 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, fully loaded nine
You see out on hydro, blind hoe

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

I them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby
Listen and show you, how money controls you
put you in my old school and let you pop the switch
Pocketful in packet, that's why I'm poppin shit

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

Im makin millions quick and I don't 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 wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it