Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, what's up, yo is 50 cent
You're with mah man Green Lantern
And you how the fuck it go down
You wanna hate? Okay, it's okay, You can 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, them jaws because
We stoppin'
We ain't got to prove 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 yall can lick the and
Walkin'!

(Come on!)

(Yo) The back
I'm niggas while they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even sold my therapist
You niggas is bitches, straight up, I'm bearing the
I love with 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 your baby seat (glass shattering)
an' all get hit, peers and all
The Mosberg'll your back, liver, ribs and all (bah!)
a street talker
Heatsparker to
Packing guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Talkin')
Throw a firebomb your chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a
with the hands, never bow down to another man
I was poppin' while you was still poppin' some rubber bands
Smother clan!
Sever your hand and your
And your brother your heart, and send your mother your head!

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

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

(Bizzy, on!)

I ain't 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 gonna you, you'll probably sue
Next week, shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The time I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my grandmother bent over (Ugh!)
been fuckin' raw all summer
Let's a trade: My wife for your brother
Syke! I'm not
I'm an intellectual transexual with one (One nut)
And I ain't shit 'cause it rhyme
I got cancer...I'm dyin

(Yay Yay!)
Rest in Jammaster Jay, 2pac, and Notorious 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, as well
With search light, bud he
Dead or in
They're for hell...
with bells and blonde guy
Get your hard
Leave you full of like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin to pee on you
Leavin' your office, we over
Or get China White, mixed baking 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'
on poppin off, flip them jaws because
We stoppin'
We ain't got to prove to yall
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on that shit you poppin'
Cause we stoppin' cause
You stoppin' us!
We got to prove shit to yall
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!