Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, what's up, yo is 50 cent
here 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 Green (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 to yall
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 to yall
So all yall can lick the and
Walkin'!

(Come on!)

(Yo) The Derelict's
I'm blazing while they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even sold my therapist
You niggas is bitches, up, I'm bearing the facts
I love pussy with all my heart, but I a gat (gun clicks)
And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't with me
I'll blow your tattoos all over baby seat (glass shattering)
an' all get hit, peers and all
The Mosberg'll your back, liver, ribs and all (bah!)
Kuniva's a street
Heatsparker to
Packing guns when I'm (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a firebomb down chimney
While eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi
Knife with the hands, bow down to another man
I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' rubber bands
your clan!
Sever your hand and legs
And mail your brother heart, and send your mother your head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, touch ya
Type of brother that'll fuck mother
With a rubber (scream)
A belligerent and rowdy
That'll dump your body, and still fly away to on Atella
it comes to beefin', it ain't no explainin'
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 paint your with
Niggas don't say shit, fuck your 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 your mama bud, and it
So when she fire it up she blood
I to see 'em lay shit
I'm made to behave in case
You try to be brave in a rage your will be replaced

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

(Bizzy, on!)

I ain't here to talk Benzino, or Ja Rule
I'm here to about lil' Ray Ray, and what I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't gonna you, you'll probably sue
Next week, this shit'll be out on DJ (exclusive!)
The first time I had sex, a dirty
No condom, my grandmother bent over (Ugh!)
Bizarre been fuckin' raw all
make a trade: My wife for your brother
Syke! I'm not
I'm an intellectual with 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 the best
God in the
Blow heart out of your chest
And your out of your vest
Leave your body a mess, streets as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he
A druggie on bail, nutty as
With light, bud he revealed
or in jail
They're for hell...
Together with and blonde guy
Get your lungs
Leave you full of like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your to pee on you often
Leavin' office, we takin' over
Or get China White, mixed baking soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

Crackheads!
And this is just shit, you fuckin' morons!
This brains over brawn
This is over fuckin' pussies!
(Laugh) on!

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