Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

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

x2]

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

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

(Come on!)

(Yo) The Derelict's
I'm niggas while they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even 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 play me
I'll blow your tattoos all over 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 guns I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a down your chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your cockin' a semi
Knife with the hands, bow down to another man
I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber
Smother clan!
Sever your hand and your
And mail your brother your heart, and send your mother head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya
Type of that'll fuck your mother
a fishnet rubber (scream)
A belligerent and motherfucka
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 to leave you famous
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint face 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 like pop cans
I'll be 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 to behave in this case
You try to be brave in a rage your will be replaced

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

(Bizzy, on!)

I ain't here to about Benzino, or Ja Rule
I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray, and I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't mention you, you'll probably sue
Next week, this be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The first I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my grandmother bent over (Ugh!)
Bizarre fuckin' raw all summer
Let's make a trade: My for your 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 your out of your chest
And chest out of your vest
Leave your body a mess, bloody as hell
my 12, I cut him he fell
A druggie on bail, as well
With light, bud he revealed
or in jail
They're for hell...
Together bells and blonde guy
Get your hard
Leave you full of holes like (Gunshots)
We can take this from your front to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin to pee on you
your office, we takin' over
Or get China White, mixed baking soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

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

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