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 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 smokin' crack, nigga...
(laugh) Let 'em know...

Bitch, Keep
Keep on poppin off, flip them because
We ain't
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 stoppin' us!
We got to prove shit to yall
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 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
blow your tattoos all over your baby seat (glass shattering)
Kids an' all get hit, and all
The take your back, liver, ribs and all (bah!)
Kuniva's a talker
to beefstarter
Packing guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Talkin')
Throw a down your chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes a semi
with the hands, never bow down to another man
I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' rubber bands
your clan!
Sever your and your legs
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
With a rubber (scream)
A belligerent and rowdy
That'll dump body, and still fly away to Maui on Atella
When it comes to beefin', it ain't no
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 your face with
don't say shit, fuck your hype man
If there's a bystander by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out)
Cause I can, You get like pop cans
be shooting 7 up in your 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 in a rage your legs will be replaced

Bitch, Keep
Keep on poppin off, flip them jaws
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 got to prove shit to yall
So all can lick the balls 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, you'll sue
Next week, shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The first time I had sex, a mattress
No condom, my grandmother bent over (Ugh!)
Bizarre been raw all summer
Let's make a My wife for your brother
Syke! I'm not
I'm an intellectual with one testicle (One nut)
And I ain't saying shit it rhyme
I got colon cancer...I'm

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

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

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