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 wanna hate? Okay, it's okay, You can 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 jaws
We ain't
We ain't got to prove to yall
So all yall can the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on that shit you poppin'
Cause we ain't stoppin'
You ain't 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 while they up in the Sheraton,
I even my therapist crack
You is bitches, straight up, I'm bearing the facts
I pussy 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 your tattoos all your baby seat (glass shattering)
an' all get hit, peers and all
The Mosberg'll take your back, liver, and all (bah!)
a street talker
Heatsparker to
guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a down your chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a
with 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 your
And mail your brother your heart, and send your your head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya
Type of brother fuck your mother
With a rubber (scream)
A belligerent and rowdy
That'll dump your body, and still fly away to on Atella
it comes to beefin', it ain't no explainin'
I change your language with a
I'm contained with an anguish to leave you
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint your with
don't say shit, fuck your hype man
If there's a 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 bud, and lace it
So she fire it up she coughin' blood
I love to see 'em lay
I'm made to behave in this
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 prove shit to
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' that you poppin'
Cause we ain't stoppin'
You stoppin' us!
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all yall can lick the 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 gonna mention you, you'll probably sue
Next week, this shit'll be out on DJ (exclusive!)
The first time I had sex, a mattress
No condom, my grandmother over backwards (Ugh!)
Bizarre been raw all summer
make a trade: My wife for your brother
Syke! I'm not
I'm an intellectual transexual with one (One nut)
And I ain't saying 'cause it rhyme
I got cancer...I'm dyin

(Yay Yay!)
Rest in Jammaster Jay, 2pac, and Notorious Big (Fo' Sho')
(Come on)I'm probably the
God in the
your heart out of your chest
And your out of your vest
Leave your body a mess, streets bloody as
my 12, I cut him he fell
A druggie on bail, nutty as
With search light, bud he
or in jail
They're for hell...
Together with and blonde guy
Get your lungs
Leave you full of holes like (Gunshots)
We can take this from your door to your CEO office
Got the key to your to pee on you often
Leavin' your office, we takin'
Or get White, mixed with baking soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

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

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