Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, up, yo this is 50 cent
You're here with mah man Lantern
And you know how the fuck it go
You hate? Okay, it's okay, You can hate me baby!
I'm on right now ya bitch ass nigga, ya heard me...

x2]

Yeah...
Detroit, Motherfucka...
DJ Lantern (The Evil Genius)
D12, We goin' nowhere...
We smokin' crack, nigga...
(laugh) Let 'em know...

Bitch, Keep
Keep on poppin off, flip jaws because
We stoppin'
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all yall can the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' that shit you
Cause we ain't stoppin'
You stoppin' us!
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!

(Come on!)

(Yo) The Derelict's
I'm blazing niggas they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even sold my therapist
You niggas is bitches, up, I'm bearing the facts
I love pussy all my heart, but I married a gat (gun clicks)
And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play me
I'll your tattoos all over your baby seat (glass shattering)
an' all get hit, peers and all
The take your back, liver, ribs and all (bah!)
Kuniva's a street
to beefstarter
Packing guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Talkin')
a firebomb down your chimney
While you're at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi
Knife with the hands, never bow down to man
I was poppin' while you was still poppin' some rubber bands
your clan!
Sever your hand and legs
And mail your brother your heart, and send mother your head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya
Type of brother fuck your mother
a fishnet rubber (scream)
A and rowdy motherfucka
That'll your body, and still fly away to Maui on Atella
When it comes to beefin', it no explainin'
I change your language with a
I'm contained with an anguish to leave you
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint your face
Niggas don't say shit, your hype man
If there's a bystander by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out)
Cause I can, You get squashed pop cans
be shooting 7 up in your mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm about to sell your mama bud, and it
So when she it up she coughin' blood
I to see 'em lay shit
I'm made to behave in this
You try to be brave in a rage your legs will be

Bitch, Keep
Keep on poppin off, flip them jaws
We ain't
We got to prove shit to yall
So all yall can the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on that shit you poppin'
we ain't stoppin' cause
You stoppin' us!
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!

(Bizzy, on!)

I here to talk about Benzino, or Ja Rule
I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray, and I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't mention you, you'll probably sue
Next week, this shit'll be out on DJ (exclusive!)
The time I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my bent over backwards (Ugh!)
Bizarre fuckin' raw all summer
Let's a trade: My wife for your brother
Syke! I'm not
I'm an transexual with one testicle (One nut)
And I ain't shit 'cause it rhyme
I got colon cancer...I'm

(Yay Yay!)
Rest in peace Jammaster Jay, 2pac, and Big (Fo' Sho')
(Come on)I'm the best
God in the
Blow your out of your chest
And your out of your vest
Leave your a mess, streets bloody as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he
A druggie on bail, nutty as
With light, bud he revealed
or in jail
They're for hell...
Together bells and blonde guy
Get lungs hard
Leave you full of like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take this from your front door to your CEO
Got the key to coffin to pee on you often
Leavin' office, we takin' over
Or get China White, with baking soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

Crackheads!
And is just mixtape shit, you fuckin' morons!
This ain't brains brawn
is bullies over fuckin' pussies!
(Laugh) on!

Bitch, Keep
Keep on poppin off, flip them jaws
We ain't
We ain't got to shit to yall
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' that shit you
Cause we stoppin' cause
You ain't us!
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all yall can the balls and
Walkin'!