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

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

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

I the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't talk 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 could feel the wind
Got big for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
Bitches with me cruisin, Moulin

They fuckin and they strippin, nigga, I even trippin nigga
Me, I handle business, God's my only
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 fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy
I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the
For? You poppin that bullshit, I don't 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' quick and I don't 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 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 don't talk about 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 got the big eights
Niggaz but I'm low seven star Caesar
For grimy tryin to line me like, Oh a preacher

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

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

More money more hoes, more money, more
that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah
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 wan' talk 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 wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't talk about 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, Luciano hoe

V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley C
And weekends are the chills, fuck her 'til she empty
Empty on you if you front, 'til your is stuck
your 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 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 forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that
Bye-bye, you bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch

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 don't wanna talk it

I fuck the bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it
I'm still chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it