Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, what's up, yo is 50 cent
You're here with mah man Green
And you know how the it go down
You wanna Okay, it's okay, You can hate 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 ain't nowhere...
We still crack, nigga...
(laugh) Let 'em know...

Bitch, Talkin'
Keep on poppin off, flip them jaws
We stoppin'
We got to prove 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'!

(Come on!)

(Yo) The back
I'm blazing niggas while up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even sold my therapist
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 play me
I'll your tattoos all over your baby seat (glass shattering)
an' all get hit, peers and all
The take your back, liver, ribs and all (bah!)
a street talker
Heatsparker to
Packing guns when I'm (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
a firebomb down your chimney
While you're 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 hand and your
And mail your your heart, and send your mother your head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya
Type of brother that'll fuck your
With a fishnet (scream)
A belligerent and rowdy
That'll dump your body, and fly away to Maui on Atella
When it to beefin', it ain't no explainin'
I change your with a stainless
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, fuck your man
If there's a bystander standing by, I'm at him! (Flat out)
Cause I can, You get squashed pop cans
be shooting 7 up in your mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm to sell your mama bud, and lace it
So when she it up she coughin' blood
I to see 'em lay shit
I'm made to behave in this
You try to be brave in a rage your legs be replaced

Bitch, Talkin'
Keep on off, flip them jaws because
We stoppin'
We got to prove shit to yall
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' shit you poppin'
Cause we ain't cause
You ain't us!
We ain't got to shit to yall
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 gonna mention you, you'll probably sue
Next week, shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The time I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my grandmother bent backwards (Ugh!)
Bizarre fuckin' raw all summer
Let's make a trade: My wife for brother
Syke! I'm not
I'm an intellectual transexual one testicle (One nut)
And I ain't shit 'cause it rhyme
I got cancer...I'm dyin

(Yay Yay!)
Rest in peace Jay, 2pac, and Notorious Big (Fo' Sho')
(Come on)I'm probably the
God in the
Blow heart out of your 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
With light, bud he revealed
Dead or in
They're for hell...
Together bells and blonde guy
Get your lungs
Leave you full of holes Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take this your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin to pee on you
Leavin' your office, we takin'
Or get White, mixed with baking soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

Crackheads!
And this is mixtape 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 ain't
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all yall can the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' that shit you
Cause we ain't stoppin'
You ain't us!
We ain't got to shit to yall
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!