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

I don't talk about it
(50)
Man I don't wanna about it
(Nah)
Man I don't talk 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 kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it

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

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

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

loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin
That's why my name bells all around this bitch
Any you go through 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 nigga kid and I don't wan' about it
Nah, I wanna talk about 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' talk 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 seven star
For grimy niggaz tryin to me like, Oh a preacher

You got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
With Mandela nephew blowin heavy
back to the projects, low from the task force
The dope spot's sellin shit than Scott Storch

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.
Unidentified flyin object on

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

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

I fuck the baddest bitches, I 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
(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, I'ma fuck her 'til she
Empty on you if you front, 'til your is stuck
Give your ass a brand new scar, in of a brand new car

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

I don't forgive I don't forget, you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I hope 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 quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I wanna talk about it
I a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I wanna talk about it

I fuck the bitches, I don't wan' 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