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

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

Im makin millions quick and I wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it
I shoot a 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 don't wanna talk it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' about it
(These police)
Nah, I don't 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
Bitches me cruisin, Moulin Rougin'

They and they strippin, nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga
Me, I business, God's my only witness
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 fuck 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 that 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 ring bells all around this bitch
Any you go through they know 50 Cent
(And I don't talk about it, oh)

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

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it
I'm still chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
(Yeah, the kid, nigga, yeah)
Nah, I don't wanna about it

Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face,
Forty-five, my belt got the big
Niggaz hate but I'm low star Caesar
For grimy tryin to line 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 task
The dope spot's sellin more shit 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 more hoes, more money, more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro,
I big arenas, not bullshit shows
And my pants three thousand, these ain't clothes, oh

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

Louis V offended me, your 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 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 controls you
put you in my old school and let you pop the switch
Pocketful in every packet, why I'm poppin shit

I don't forgive I forget, what you said, where you flip
you get hit, I hope 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 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
Nah, I don't wanna about it