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

x2]

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

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

(Come on!)

(Yo) The Derelict's
I'm blazing niggas while up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even sold my crack
You niggas is bitches, straight up, I'm the facts
I love with all my heart, but I married a gat (gun clicks)
And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't with me
I'll 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!)
a street talker
Heatsparker to
Packing guns I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a firebomb your chimney
you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi
Knife the hands, never bow down to another man
I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber
your clan!
Sever your and your legs
And mail your your heart, and send your mother your head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, touch ya
Type of brother that'll your mother
With a fishnet (scream)
A belligerent and motherfucka
That'll your body, and still fly away to Maui on Atella
When it comes to beefin', it no explainin'
I change your language a stainless
I'm contained with an anguish to you famous
I'm a pit, I left an AK to paint your face with
Niggas don't say shit, fuck your man
If there's a standing by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out)
Cause I can, You get squashed pop cans
I'll be 7 up in your mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm about to your mama bud, and lace 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 brave in a rage your legs will be

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

(Bizzy, on!)

I ain't here to talk about Benzino, or Ja
I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray, and I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't gonna mention you, you'll sue
week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The time I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my grandmother bent over (Ugh!)
Bizarre been raw all summer
Let's make a trade: My wife for 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
Blow heart out of your chest
And chest out of your vest
Leave your body a mess, bloody as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he
A druggie on bail, nutty as
search light, bud he revealed
Dead or in
headed for hell...
Together with bells and guy
Get lungs hard
Leave you of holes like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to coffin to pee on you often
your office, we takin' over
Or get White, mixed with baking soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

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

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