Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talkin

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

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

Keep on poppin' that 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'

Come on, yo, the derelict's back, I'm blazin'
they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed, I even sold 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 play with me
I'll blow tattoos all over your baby seat
and all get hit, peers and all
The Mosberg'll your back, liver, ribs and all

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

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

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

When it to beefin', it ain't no explainin'
I change your language a stainless
I'm wit an anguish to leave you famous
I'm a deranged pit, I an AK to paint your face with

Niggaz don't say shit, fuck hype, man
If there's a standin' by, I'm firin' at cha
'Cause I can, you get like pop cans
I'll be 7Up in your mouth, man

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

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

Keep on poppin' that shit you
'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 keep

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

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

Psych, I'm not
I'm an intellectual transsexual with one
(One nut)
And I ain't sayin' shit it rhyme
I got cancer, I'm dyin'

Yayiyay, in peace, Jam Master Jay
2-Pac and B.I.G., c'mon

I'm the best, God in the flesh
Blow your heart out of your
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
search light, bud, he revealed, dead or in jail
They're for Hell
Together with bells and blonde guy, get your hard
Leave you full of holes Spongebob

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

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

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

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