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

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

Im makin millions quick and I 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 wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk 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 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 strippin, nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga
Me, I handle business, God's my witness
homicide, sayin "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 with the elite,
I don't 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 don't shit

Fully loaded and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, 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' quick 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 wanna talk it

I the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't 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
Niggaz but I'm low seven star Caesar
For grimy niggaz tryin to 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 task
The dope spot's sellin more than Scott Storch

I'm of these pricks, lyin 'bout bricks
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 hoes, more money, more clothes
Smoke AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah
I big arenas, not bullshit shows
And my pants thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes, oh

Im makin 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 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
Nah, I don't wanna talk 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 blow
You see out on hydro, Luciano hoe

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

I ain't them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen,
and I'll show you, how money controls you
I'll put you in my old and let you pop the switch
in every packet, that's why I'm poppin shit

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

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