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

I don't wan' talk it
(50)
Man I don't talk 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 wan' about it
Nah, I don't talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't 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 don't talk about it
(These police)
Nah, I wanna talk about it

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

They fuckin and strippin, nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga
Me, I business, God's 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 fuck with the elite,
I fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy
I hit you with the pound, yo' ass on the ground
For? You poppin bullshit, like I don't pull shit

Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the
Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin
That's why my name bells all around this bitch
Any hood you go they know 50 Cent
(And I wanna talk about it, oh)

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

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I wan' 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 hate but I'm low seven star
For grimy niggaz tryin to line me like, Oh a

You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at
With Mandela blowin heavy herb
Then back to the projects, low from the task
The dope sellin more shit than 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 more hoes, more money, more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not '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 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 about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk it
Nah, I don't talk about it
I'm flippin 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, with my eyes low
Homie, I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine
You see out on hydro, blind hoe

Louis V me, your bitch in my Bentley 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,
Listen and I'll show you, how money you
put you in my old school and let you pop the switch
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 that's it, pop-pop, all on whip
I-I, be on shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff
Bye-bye, you bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch

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