Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talkin

Yeah, Detroit,
DJ Green Lantern, D-12, we goin' nowhere
We still smokin' crack,
Let 'em

Bitch, keep talkin', keep on off
Flip them jaws we ain't stoppin'
We ain't got to prove to y'all
So all y'all can lick the balls and keep

Keep on that shit you poppin'
'Cause we ain't stoppin' 'cause you ain't us
We got to prove shit to y'all
So all can lick the balls and keep walkin'

Come on, yo, the derelict's back, I'm niggaz
While they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed, I even my therapist crack
You is bitches, straight up, I'm bearin' the facts
I pussy with all my heart but I married a gat

And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't with me
I'll blow your tattoos all over your seat
and all get hit, peers and all
The Mosberg'll your back, liver, ribs and all

Kuniva's a street talker, heat sparker to beef
guns when I'm sleepwalkin', bitch, keep talkin
Throw a down your chimney
While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your cockin' a semi

Knife with the hands, never bow to another man
I was poppin' guns you was still poppin' some rubber bands
Smother clan, sever your hand and your legs
And mail your your heart and send your mother your head

I'm the only one, you bitch that touch ya, of brother
fuck your mother, wit a fishnet rubber
A and rowdy motherfucka
That'll dump your and still fly away to Maui on Atella

it comes to beefin', it ain't no explainin'
I change your language a stainless
I'm contained wit an anguish to you famous
I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint your with

Niggaz say shit, fuck your hype, man
If there's a standin' by, I'm firin' at cha
'Cause I can, you get squashed pop cans
I'll be 7Up in your mouth, man

I'm to sell your mama bud and lace it
So when she fire it up she coughin' blood, I to see 'em wasted
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
Flip them because we ain't stoppin'
We ain't got to prove to y'all
So all y'all can lick the and keep walkin'

on poppin' that shit you poppin'
'Cause we ain't stoppin' 'cause you stoppin' us
We ain't got to prove shit to
So all y'all can lick the balls and walkin'

Bizzy, come on, I ain't to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule
I'm here to talk about Lil' Ray Ray and what do
Sorry, I gonna mention you, you'll probably sue
Next week, this be out on DJ Clue
(Exclusive)

The first I had sex, a dirty mattress
No condom, my grandmother bent over
Bizarre been fuckin' raw all
make a trade, my wife for your brother

Psych, I'm not
I'm an intellectual transsexual with one
(One nut)
And I ain't sayin' 'cause it rhyme
I got colon cancer, I'm

Yayiyay, in peace, Jam Master Jay
2-Pac and Notorious B.I.G.,

I'm widely the best, God in the
Blow heart out of your chest
And chest out of your vest
your body a mess, streets bloody as hell
Study my 12, I cut him he

A druggie on bail, as well
With search light, bud, he revealed, or in jail
They're headed for
Together with and blonde guy, get your lungs hard
you full of holes like Spongebob

We can take this from your front to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin, so bitch, talkin
Leavin' office, we takin' over
Or get Chyna White with baking soda
Ya me, get crack

Fuckin'
And this is just mixtape shit, you morons
This ain't brains over
This is over fuckin' pussies, come on

Bitch, keep talkin', keep on off
them jaws because we ain't stoppin'
We ain't got to shit to y'all
So all y'all can lick the and keep walkin'

Keep on that shit you poppin'
'Cause we ain't 'cause you ain't stoppin' us
We ain't got to prove to y'all
So all y'all can lick the balls and walkin'