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

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

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

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

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

They fuckin and they strippin, nigga, I ain't even nigga
Me, I business, God's my only 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 with the elite,
I don't fuck around, boy, you ask around, boy
I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the
You poppin that bullshit, like I don't pull shit

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

I'm makin' millions quick and I don't wan' 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 talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it
I'm flippin chickens, I don't wan' 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 got the big eights
Niggaz hate but I'm low star Caesar
For niggaz tryin 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 the task force
The dope spot's sellin more shit than Scott

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

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

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 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, tinted with my low
Homie, I'm a Tahoe, fully nine blow
You see out on hydro, blind hoe

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

I ain't them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen,
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 ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a

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