Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, what's up, yo this is 50
You're with 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 Lantern (The Evil Genius)
D12, We ain't nowhere...
We still crack, nigga...
(laugh) Let 'em know...

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

(Come on!)

(Yo) The Derelict's
I'm blazing niggas they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even sold my therapist
You is bitches, straight up, I'm bearing 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 your all over your baby seat (glass shattering)
Kids an' all get hit, and all
The Mosberg'll take back, liver, ribs and all (bah!)
Kuniva's a talker
to beefstarter
Packing guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Talkin')
Throw a firebomb down your
you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi
Knife with the hands, never bow down to man
I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' rubber bands
Smother clan!
Sever your hand and legs
And your brother your heart, and send your mother your head!

I'm the one, you bitch, that touch ya
Type of that'll fuck your mother
a fishnet rubber (scream)
A and rowdy motherfucka
That'll dump your body, and fly away to Maui on Atella
When it comes to beefin', it ain't no
I your language with a stainless
I'm with an anguish to leave you famous
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint your with
Niggas don't say shit, fuck hype man
If there's a standing by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out)
I can, You get squashed like pop cans
I'll be shooting 7 up in mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm to sell your mama 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 in a rage your legs will be replaced

Bitch, Talkin'
Keep on poppin off, them jaws because
We ain't
We ain't got to shit to yall
So all yall can the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' shit 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 gonna mention you, you'll probably sue
Next week, this be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The first time I had sex, a dirty
No condom, my grandmother bent over (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 shit it rhyme
I got colon cancer...I'm

(Yay Yay!)
Rest in Jammaster Jay, 2pac, and Notorious Big (Fo' Sho')
(Come on)I'm probably the
God in the
Blow your heart out of your
And chest out of your vest
Leave your a mess, streets bloody as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he
A druggie on bail, as well
With light, bud he revealed
Dead or in
They're for hell...
with bells and blonde guy
Get your lungs
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 just mixtape shit, you morons!
This ain't brains over
This is bullies fuckin' pussies!
(Laugh) on!

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