Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talking

[50
Ay yo, up, yo this is 50 cent
You're here with mah man Lantern
And you know how the fuck it go
You hate? Okay, it's okay, You can hate me baby!
I'm on right now ya bitch 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
on poppin off, flip them jaws because
We ain't
We ain't got to prove to yall
So all yall can lick the and
Walkin'!
Keep on poppin' that you poppin'
we ain't stoppin' cause
You ain't us!
We ain't got to prove to yall
So all can lick the balls and
Walkin'!

(Come on!)

(Yo) The back
I'm niggas while they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
I even sold my therapist
You is bitches, straight up, I'm bearing the facts
I pussy with all my heart, but I married a gat (gun clicks)
And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't with me
I'll your tattoos 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 street
to beefstarter
Packing guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, 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 down to man
I was poppin' while you was still poppin' some rubber bands
Smother clan!
your hand and your legs
And mail your brother your heart, and send your mother head!

I'm the only one, you bitch, touch ya
Type of brother that'll your mother
With a fishnet (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 with a stainless
I'm contained with an anguish to leave you
I'm a pit, I left an AK to paint your face with
Niggas don't say shit, your hype man
If a bystander standing 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 mama bud, and it
So when she fire it up she coughin'
I to see 'em lay shit
I'm made to behave in case
You try to be brave in a your legs will be replaced

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

(Bizzy, on!)

I ain't here to talk Benzino, or Ja Rule
I'm here to about lil' Ray Ray, and what I'ma do (laugh)
Sorry, I ain't gonna mention you, you'll sue
Next week, this shit'll be out on DJ (exclusive!)
The first time I had sex, a mattress
No condom, my grandmother over backwards (Ugh!)
Bizarre been fuckin' raw all
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 saying shit 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
your heart out of your chest
And your chest out of vest
Leave your a mess, streets bloody as hell
my 12, I cut him he fell
A druggie on bail, nutty as
With light, bud he revealed
or in jail
They're for hell...
Together bells and blonde guy
Get lungs hard
Leave you full of holes like (Gunshots)
We can take from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to coffin to pee on you often
Leavin' office, we takin' over
Or get China White, mixed with soda
Ya me...GET CRACK!

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

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