Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, what's up, yo is 50 cent
You're here mah man Green Lantern
And you know how the fuck it go
You wanna 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 ain't nowhere...
We smokin' crack, nigga...
(laugh) Let 'em know...

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

(Come on!)

(Yo) The Derelict's
I'm blazing while they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even sold my crack
You niggas is bitches, straight up, I'm the facts
I love pussy all my heart, but I married a gat (gun clicks)
And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play me
blow your tattoos all over your baby seat (glass shattering)
Kids an' all get hit, and all
The Mosberg'll your back, liver, ribs and all (bah!)
a street talker
Heatsparker to
guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a firebomb your chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in bushes cockin' a semi
Knife with the hands, never bow to another man
I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' 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 that'll fuck your
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 with a
I'm contained an anguish to leave you famous
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint your face
Niggas say shit, fuck your hype man
If there's a bystander 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 when she fire it up she blood
I to see 'em lay shit
I'm made to in this case
You try to be in a rage 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 can lick the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' that you poppin'
Cause we stoppin' cause
You ain't us!
We ain't got to shit 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 I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't mention you, you'll probably sue
Next week, 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 wife for brother
Syke! I'm not
I'm an intellectual with one testicle (One nut)
And I ain't saying shit 'cause it
I got colon cancer...I'm

(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, streets as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he
A on bail, nutty as well
With light, bud he revealed
or in jail
They're for hell...
Together bells and blonde guy
Get your hard
you full of holes like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can this from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to coffin to pee on you often
your office, we takin' over
Or get White, mixed with baking soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

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

Bitch, Keep
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 stoppin' us!
We ain't got to prove to yall
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!