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 how the fuck it go down
You hate? 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, Keep
Keep on poppin off, flip them 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'
we ain't stoppin' cause
You stoppin' us!
We ain't got to prove to yall
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!

(Come on!)

(Yo) The back
I'm blazing niggas while they up in the Sheraton,
I even my therapist 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 play me
I'll blow tattoos all over your baby seat (glass shattering)
an' all get hit, peers and all
The Mosberg'll take your back, liver, and all (bah!)
Kuniva's a street
to beefstarter
Packing when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a firebomb down your
you're 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 you was still poppin' some rubber bands
Smother clan!
Sever hand and your legs
And your brother your heart, and send your mother your head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya
Type of brother that'll fuck mother
a fishnet rubber (scream)
A belligerent and motherfucka
That'll dump your body, and fly away to Maui on Atella
When it comes to beefin', it ain't no
I change your language a stainless
I'm contained with an anguish to leave you
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint face with
don't say shit, fuck your 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 shooting 7 up in mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm about to sell your bud, and lace it
So when she it up she coughin' blood
I love to see 'em lay
I'm made to in this case
You try to be brave in a your legs will be replaced

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

(Bizzy, on!)

I ain't to talk about Benzino, or Ja Rule
I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray, and what do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't gonna mention you, you'll sue
week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The first I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my grandmother bent backwards (Ugh!)
been fuckin' raw all summer
Let's make a trade: My 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 colon cancer...I'm

(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 chest out of vest
Leave your body a mess, streets bloody as
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 with bells and guy
Get your hard
Leave you full of like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take this from front door to your CEO office
Got the key to coffin to pee on you often
your office, we takin' over
Or get China White, mixed baking soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

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

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