Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, what's up, yo is 50 cent
You're here with mah man Green
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 Green (The Evil Genius)
D12, We goin' nowhere...
We still crack, nigga...
(laugh) Let 'em know...

Bitch, Keep
Keep on poppin off, flip them jaws
We ain't
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all yall can the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' shit you poppin'
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 back
I'm blazing while they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even sold my crack
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 with me
I'll blow your tattoos all over your baby (glass shattering)
an' all get hit, peers and all
The Mosberg'll take your back, liver, and all (bah!)
Kuniva's a talker
to beefstarter
Packing guns I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a firebomb your chimney
you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi
Knife with the hands, never bow to another man
I was guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands
your clan!
Sever hand and your legs
And mail your brother your heart, and your mother your head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya
Type of that'll fuck your mother
With a fishnet (scream)
A and rowdy motherfucka
That'll dump your body, and still fly away to on Atella
it comes to beefin', it ain't no explainin'
I change your with a stainless
I'm contained with an anguish to you famous
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint your with
Niggas say shit, fuck your hype man
If a bystander standing by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out)
Cause I can, You get squashed like pop
I'll be shooting 7 up in mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm about to sell your bud, and lace it
So when she fire it up she blood
I to see 'em lay shit
I'm made to in this case
You try to be brave in a your legs will be replaced

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

(Bizzy, on!)

I ain't here to about Benzino, or Ja Rule
I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray, and I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't gonna mention you, probably sue
week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The time I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my grandmother over backwards (Ugh!)
Bizarre fuckin' raw all summer
Let's make a My wife for your brother
Syke! I'm not
I'm an intellectual transexual 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 heart out of chest
And your chest out of vest
your body a mess, streets bloody as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he
A druggie on bail, nutty as
With search light, bud he
Dead or in
They're for hell...
with bells and blonde guy
Get lungs hard
Leave you of holes like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can this from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to coffin to pee on you often
Leavin' your office, we takin'
Or get China White, mixed with soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

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

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