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 how the fuck it go down
You hate? Okay, it's okay, You can hate me baby!
I'm on fire now ya bitch ass nigga, ya heard me...

x2]

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

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

(Come on!)

(Yo) The Derelict's
I'm blazing while they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even my therapist crack
You niggas is bitches, straight up, I'm the facts
I love pussy with all my heart, but I a gat (gun clicks)
And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so play with me
I'll blow your tattoos all over baby seat (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')
a firebomb down your chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your cockin' a semi
Knife the hands, never bow down to another man
I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' rubber bands
Smother clan!
Sever your hand and your
And mail your brother your heart, and send your mother head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya
Type of brother fuck your mother
a fishnet rubber (scream)
A belligerent and motherfucka
That'll dump your body, and still fly away to Maui on
When it comes to beefin', it ain't no
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 face with
Niggas don't say shit, fuck your man
If a bystander standing by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out)
Cause I can, You get squashed like pop
I'll be 7 up in your mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm to sell your mama bud, and lace it
So when she fire it up she coughin'
I love to see 'em lay
I'm made to behave in this
You try to be brave in a rage your will be replaced

Bitch, Keep
Keep on poppin off, flip them because
We ain't
We got to prove shit to yall
So all yall can the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' shit you poppin'
Cause we 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 here to talk 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 first I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my bent over backwards (Ugh!)
Bizarre been raw all summer
Let's a trade: My wife for your brother
Syke! I'm not
I'm an intellectual transexual one testicle (One nut)
And I saying shit 'cause it rhyme
I got cancer...I'm dyin

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

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

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