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 know how the it go down
You wanna 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 still crack, nigga...
(laugh) Let 'em know...

Bitch, Talkin'
on poppin off, flip them jaws because
We stoppin'
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all yall can the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on that shit you poppin'
we ain't stoppin' cause
You ain't 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 niggas while they up in the Sheraton,
I sold my therapist crack
You niggas is bitches, up, I'm bearing the facts
I pussy with all my heart, but I married a gat (gun clicks)
And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so play 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!)
a street talker
Heatsparker to
Packing guns when I'm (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a firebomb your chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a
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 your your head!

I'm the one, you bitch, that touch ya
Type of brother that'll fuck mother
With a fishnet (scream)
A and rowdy motherfucka
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 with a
I'm contained an anguish to leave you famous
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint your with
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 like pop
I'll be shooting 7 up in mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm about to sell 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 this
You try to be brave in a your legs will be replaced

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

(Bizzy, on!)

I ain't here to talk Benzino, or Ja Rule
I'm here to talk about Ray Ray, and what I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't gonna you, you'll probably sue
Next week, this be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The first I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my bent over backwards (Ugh!)
been fuckin' raw all summer
Let's make a trade: My wife for your
Syke! I'm not
I'm an intellectual transexual one testicle (One nut)
And I ain't saying shit 'cause it
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 your a mess, streets bloody as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he
A druggie on bail, as well
search light, bud he revealed
Dead or in
They're for hell...
Together with bells and guy
Get lungs hard
Leave you full of like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take this from your front door to CEO office
Got the key to your coffin to pee on you
your office, we takin' over
Or get China White, mixed with soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

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

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