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

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

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

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' 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 what I'm ridin in so I can say the
My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the blow
Got big for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
Bitches with me cruisin, Moulin

They fuckin and strippin, nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga
Me, I business, God's my only witness
Watchin homicide, sayin "Who the 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, leave yo' ass on the
For? You poppin that bullshit, like I don't pull

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

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

I fuck the baddest bitches, I wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' about it
(Yeah, the kid, nigga, yeah)
Nah, I don't wanna about it

Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face,
Forty-five, my belt got the big
Niggaz hate but I'm low seven Caesar
For grimy niggaz tryin to line me like, Oh a

You got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
With Mandela nephew blowin herb
back to the projects, low from the task force
The dope spot's sellin more shit 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 flyin on twenty-fo's

money more hoes, more money, more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro,
I rock big arenas, not shows
And my pants three thousand, these 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' talk 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 flippin chickens, I don't 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, tinted my eyes low
Homie, I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded blow
You see out on hydro, Luciano hoe

Louis V offended me, bitch in my Bentley C
And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she
Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is
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 you, how money controls 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 I don't forget, what you said, where 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 hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch

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

I fuck the bitches, I don't wan' 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 talk about it