Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

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

x2]

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

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

(Come on!)

(Yo) The back
I'm blazing niggas while up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I sold my therapist crack
You niggas is bitches, straight up, I'm bearing the
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 blow your tattoos all over baby seat (glass shattering)
Kids an' all get hit, and all
The Mosberg'll your back, liver, ribs and all (bah!)
Kuniva's a street
Heatsparker to
Packing guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Talkin')
a firebomb down 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 poppin' some rubber bands
your clan!
Sever hand and your legs
And mail your your heart, and send your mother your head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya
Type of that'll fuck your mother
With a rubber (scream)
A belligerent and motherfucka
That'll dump your body, and fly away to Maui on Atella
it comes to beefin', it ain't no explainin'
I your language with a stainless
I'm contained with an to leave you famous
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to your face with
Niggas don't say shit, fuck hype man
If a bystander 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 sell mama bud, and lace it
So when she fire it up she blood
I love to see 'em lay
I'm made to in this case
You try to be brave in a rage your legs will be

Bitch, Talkin'
Keep on poppin off, flip jaws because
We stoppin'
We ain't got to shit 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 shit to yall
So all yall can 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 gonna mention you, you'll probably sue
week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The time I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my grandmother over backwards (Ugh!)
Bizarre fuckin' raw all summer
Let's make a My wife for your brother
Syke! I'm not
I'm an transexual 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 body a mess, streets bloody as hell
my 12, I cut him he fell
A druggie on bail, nutty as
search light, bud he revealed
Dead or in
They're for hell...
Together with bells and guy
Get lungs hard
Leave you full of like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take this from front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin to pee on you
Leavin' your office, we takin'
Or get China White, with baking soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

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

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