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

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

Im makin quick and I don't wan' talk 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 the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't talk about it
I'm still chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
(These police)
Nah, I don't wanna about it

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

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

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

I'm millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna 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 wan' about it
Nah, I don't wanna about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' about 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 star Caesar
For grimy niggaz tryin to line me like, Oh a

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

I'm tired of these pricks, lyin bricks
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, clothes
Smoke AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah
I rock big arenas, not shows
And my pants three thousand, these ain't clothes, oh

Im makin millions quick and I wan' talk about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk 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 flippin chickens, I don't 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, loaded nine 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 she empty
Empty on you if you front, 'til passenger is stuck
Give your ass a 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 school and let you pop the
Pocketful in every packet, why I'm poppin shit

I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, you flip
When you get hit, I hope 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 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 don't wanna 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 wan' about it
Nah, I don't wanna talk it