Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, what's up, yo this is 50
You're here mah man Green Lantern
And you know how the it go down
You wanna hate? Okay, okay, You can hate me baby!
I'm on fire right now ya ass nigga, ya heard me...

x2]

Yeah...
Detroit, Motherfucka...
DJ Green (The Evil Genius)
D12, We ain't nowhere...
We still crack, nigga...
(laugh) Let 'em know...

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

(Come on!)

(Yo) The Derelict's
I'm blazing niggas they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I sold my therapist crack
You niggas is bitches, up, I'm bearing the facts
I love pussy 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!)
Kuniva's a 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 cockin' a semi
Knife the hands, never bow down to another man
I was poppin' guns while you was still some rubber bands
Smother clan!
Sever your hand and legs
And mail your your heart, and send your mother your head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya
of brother 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
When it 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 an AK to paint your 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 like pop cans
be shooting 7 up in your mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm about to sell your mama bud, and it
So when she it up she coughin' blood
I to see 'em lay shit
I'm made to in this case
You try to be in a rage your legs will be replaced

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

(Bizzy, on!)

I ain't here to about Benzino, or Ja Rule
I'm to talk about lil' Ray Ray, and what I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't gonna mention you, probably sue
Next week, this be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The first time I had sex, a mattress
No condom, my bent over backwards (Ugh!)
Bizarre 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 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 heart out of chest
And your chest out of vest
Leave body a mess, streets bloody as hell
my 12, I cut him he fell
A druggie on bail, as well
search light, bud he revealed
Dead or in
headed for hell...
Together with and blonde guy
Get your hard
Leave you of holes like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take this 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, with baking soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

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

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