Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, up, yo this is 50 cent
You're here mah man Green Lantern
And you know how the it go down
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 (The Evil Genius)
D12, We ain't nowhere...
We still crack, nigga...
(laugh) Let 'em know...

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

(Come on!)

(Yo) The back
I'm blazing while they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even my therapist crack
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)
an' all get hit, peers and all
The take your back, liver, ribs and all (bah!)
a street talker
Heatsparker to
Packing guns when I'm (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a firebomb down chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes a semi
Knife with the hands, never bow down to man
I was poppin' while you was still poppin' some rubber bands
your clan!
Sever hand and your legs
And mail your brother your heart, and send your mother head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, that ya
Type of brother that'll your 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 you famous
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint face 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 about to sell mama bud, and lace it
So when she fire it up she coughin'
I to see 'em lay shit
I'm to behave in this case
You try to be in a rage your legs will be replaced

Bitch, Talkin'
on poppin off, flip them jaws because
We ain't
We ain't got to shit to yall
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' that you poppin'
we ain't stoppin' cause
You ain't us!
We got to prove shit to yall
So all can lick the balls 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 gonna mention you, probably sue
Next week, shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The first time I had sex, a mattress
No condom, my grandmother over backwards (Ugh!)
Bizarre 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 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 the best
God in the
Blow your heart out of your
And your chest out of vest
Leave your body a mess, streets as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he
A druggie on bail, as well
With light, bud he revealed
or in jail
They're for hell...
Together with bells and guy
Get lungs hard
Leave you of holes like Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can this from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your to pee on you often
Leavin' your office, we takin'
Or get China White, mixed baking soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

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

Bitch, Keep
on poppin off, flip them jaws because
We stoppin'
We got to prove shit to yall
So all yall can lick the and
Walkin'!
Keep on that 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'!