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

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

Im makin millions quick and I don't wan' talk 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' talk it
Nah, I don't wanna talk 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 roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow
Got big for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
with 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, sayin "Who the 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 don't 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 and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin
That's why my ring bells all around this bitch
Any hood you go they know 50 Cent
(And I wanna talk about it, oh)

I'm makin' millions quick and I don't wan' talk it
Nah, I don't wanna about 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 talk about it
Nah, I don't talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk it
(Yeah, the kid, nigga, yeah)
Nah, I don't 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 Caesar
For grimy niggaz tryin to me like, Oh a preacher

You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at
With Mandela nephew blowin herb
Then back to the projects, low from the force
The dope spot's sellin more shit Scott Storch

I'm tired of 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 that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro,
I big arenas, not bullshit shows
And my pants thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes, oh

Im 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 talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna about 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' 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, fully loaded nine
You see out on hydro, Luciano hoe

Louis V offended me, bitch in my Bentley C
And are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she empty
Empty on you if you front, 'til 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 show you, how money controls you
I'll put you in my old school and let you pop the
Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin

I don't I don't forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your
I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on piff
Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch

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 talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk 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