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

I don't talk about it
(50)
Man I don't wanna talk 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 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 talk about it

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk it
(These police)
Nah, I don't 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 wind
Got big enough for me to on my kinfolk
Bitches with me cruisin, Moulin

They and they 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 the elite, mayne
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 pull shit

Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the
we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich
That's why my ring bells all around this bitch
Any hood you go through they 50 Cent
(And I don't wanna talk it, oh)

I'm makin' millions quick and I don't talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it
I shoot a 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 don't wanna talk it
I'm still chickens, I don't wan' talk 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 got the big eights
Niggaz hate but I'm low seven Caesar
For grimy tryin to line me like, Oh a preacher

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

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

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

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

I fuck the baddest bitches, I wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't 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 nine
You see out on hydro, Luciano hoe

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

I them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby
and I'll show you, how money controls you
I'll put you in my old school and let you pop the
Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin

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 piff
Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a

Im makin millions quick and I don't talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna 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 wanna talk about it