Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talkin

Yeah, Detroit,
DJ Lantern, D-12, we ain't goin' nowhere
We still crack, nigga
Let 'em

Bitch, keep talkin', on poppin' off
them jaws because we ain't stoppin'
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all y'all can lick the and keep walkin'

Keep on that shit you poppin'
'Cause we ain't stoppin' 'cause you stoppin' us
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all y'all can lick the balls and keep

Come on, yo, the derelict's back, I'm niggaz
While they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed, I even my therapist crack
You niggaz is bitches, straight up, I'm the facts
I pussy with all my heart but I married a gat

And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't with me
I'll blow your all over your baby seat
Kids and all get hit, and all
The Mosberg'll take back, liver, ribs and all

a street talker, heat sparker to beef starter
Packin' guns when I'm sleepwalkin', bitch, talkin
Throw a down your chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in bushes cockin' a semi

with the hands, never bow down to another man
I was poppin' guns while you was still some rubber bands
Smother your clan, your hand and your legs
And mail your brother your heart and your mother your head

I'm the only one, you bitch that touch ya, type of
That'll fuck your mother, wit a rubber
A belligerent and rowdy
dump your body and still fly away to Maui on Atella

When it comes to beefin', it no explainin'
I change your with a stainless
I'm contained wit an anguish to leave you
I'm a pit, I left an AK to paint your face with

Niggaz say shit, fuck your hype, man
If there's a bystander standin' by, I'm at cha
'Cause I can, you get squashed pop cans
I'll be 7Up in your mouth, man

I'm about to sell mama bud and lace it
So when she fire it up she coughin' blood, I love to see 'em
I'm made to behave in this
You try to be brave in a rage your legs will be

Bitch, keep talkin', on poppin' off
Flip them jaws because we stoppin'
We ain't got to shit to y'all
So all y'all can the balls and keep walkin'

on poppin' that shit you poppin'
'Cause we ain't stoppin' 'cause you stoppin' us
We got to prove shit to y'all
So all y'all can lick the balls and walkin'

Bizzy, come on, I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja
I'm here to about Lil' Ray Ray and what I'ma do
Sorry, I ain't mention you, you'll probably sue
Next week, this be out on DJ Clue
(Exclusive)

The first time I had sex, a dirty
No condom, my bent over backwards
been fuckin' raw all summer
Let's make a trade, my for your brother

Psych, I'm not
I'm an intellectual with one testicle
(One nut)
And I ain't sayin' shit 'cause it
I got colon cancer, I'm

Yayiyay, rest in peace, Jam Jay
2-Pac and Notorious B.I.G.,

I'm the best, God in the flesh
your heart out of your chest
And your chest out of vest
Leave your body a mess, streets as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he

A druggie on bail, nutty as
With light, bud, he revealed, dead or in jail
headed for Hell
Together bells and blonde guy, get your lungs hard
Leave you full of holes Spongebob

We can take from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin, so bitch, talkin
Leavin' office, we takin' over
Or get Chyna White mixed with soda
Ya me, get crack

crackheads
And this is just mixtape shit, you morons
ain't brains over brawn
This is bullies over fuckin' pussies, on

Bitch, keep talkin', on poppin' off
Flip them jaws we ain't stoppin'
We ain't got to shit to y'all
So all y'all can lick the and keep walkin'

Keep on that shit you poppin'
we ain't stoppin' 'cause you ain't stoppin' us
We ain't got to prove to y'all
So all y'all can lick the and keep walkin'