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

I wan' talk about it
(50)
Man I don't talk about it
(Nah)
Man I don't wan' 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 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 don't talk about it
Nah, I wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I wan' talk about it
(These police)
Nah, I don't wanna talk it

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

They fuckin and they strippin, nigga, I even trippin nigga
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, when you with the elite, mayne
I don't around, boy, you better ask around, boy
I hit you the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground
For? You that bullshit, like I don't pull shit

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

I'm makin' millions 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 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 wan' talk 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 niggaz to line 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 sellin more shit than Scott

I'm tired of these pricks, 'bout bricks
Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and
Fly in the '60 U.F.O.
Unidentified flyin 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, ain't bullshit clothes, oh

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

V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley C
And weekends are the chills, I'ma her 'til she empty
Empty on you if you front, 'til your 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
and I'll show you, how money controls 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 that
Bye-bye, you bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch

Im 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 talk it

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