Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, up, yo this is 50 cent
You're here with mah man Green
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 Lantern (The Evil Genius)
D12, We goin' nowhere...
We still 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 yall can the balls and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' that shit you
Cause we ain't cause
You stoppin' us!
We got to prove shit to yall
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 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 play with me
I'll blow your tattoos all over your 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
Packing guns when I'm (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
Throw a firebomb your chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a
Knife with the hands, never bow to another man
I was poppin' while you was still poppin' some rubber bands
Smother clan!
Sever your and your legs
And mail your your heart, and send your mother your head!

I'm the one, you bitch, that touch ya
Type of brother that'll fuck your
a fishnet rubber (scream)
A belligerent and rowdy
That'll dump body, and still fly away to Maui on Atella
When it comes to beefin', it no explainin'
I change your with a stainless
I'm contained an anguish to leave you famous
I'm a pit, I left an AK to paint your face 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 squashed pop cans
I'll be 7 up in your mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
I'm about to your mama bud, and lace it
So when she fire it up she blood
I to see 'em lay shit
I'm made to behave in this
You try to be brave in a rage your legs be replaced

Bitch, Keep
Keep on off, flip them 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'
we ain't stoppin' cause
You stoppin' 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 Ray Ray, and what I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't gonna you, you'll probably sue
Next week, shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
The first time I had sex, a mattress
No condom, my grandmother bent backwards (Ugh!)
been fuckin' raw all summer
Let's make a trade: My wife for your
Syke! I'm not
I'm an transexual with one testicle (One nut)
And I ain't shit 'cause it rhyme
I got colon cancer...I'm

(Yay Yay!)
Rest in peace Jammaster Jay, 2pac, and Big (Fo' Sho')
(Come on)I'm probably the
God in the
Blow your out of your chest
And your chest out of vest
your body a mess, streets bloody as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he
A druggie on bail, nutty as
With light, bud he revealed
Dead or in
headed for hell...
Together with bells and guy
Get lungs hard
Leave you full of holes Spongebob (Gunshots)
We can take this from front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your to pee on you often
Leavin' your office, we over
Or get China White, mixed with baking
Ya me...GET CRACK!

Crackheads!
And this is just mixtape shit, you morons!
This brains over brawn
This is bullies over pussies!
(Laugh) on!

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