Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Talkin

Yeah, Detroit,
DJ Green Lantern, D-12, we ain't goin'
We still smokin' crack,
Let 'em

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

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

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

And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play me
I'll blow tattoos all over your baby seat
Kids and all get hit, and all
The take your back, liver, ribs and all

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

Knife with the hands, bow down to another man
I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber
Smother your clan, sever your hand and legs
And mail your brother your heart and send your mother head

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

When it comes to beefin', it no explainin'
I change language with a stainless
I'm contained wit an to leave you famous
I'm a deranged pit, I an AK to paint your face with

don't say shit, fuck your hype, man
If there's a bystander standin' by, I'm at cha
'Cause I can, you get squashed pop cans
be shooting 7Up in your mouth, man

I'm to sell your mama bud and lace it
So when she it up she coughin' blood, I love to see 'em wasted
I'm made to behave in this
You try to be brave in a rage legs will be replaced

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

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

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

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

Psych, I'm not
I'm an intellectual transsexual one testicle
(One nut)
And I ain't shit 'cause it rhyme
I got cancer, I'm dyin'

Yayiyay, rest in peace, Jam Jay
2-Pac and B.I.G., c'mon

I'm the best, God in the flesh
Blow your out of your chest
And chest out of your vest
Leave your body a mess, bloody as hell
my 12, I cut him he fell

A druggie on bail, nutty as
With search light, bud, he revealed, dead or in
They're for Hell
Together with bells and blonde guy, get lungs hard
Leave you of holes like Spongebob

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

crackheads
And this is just mixtape shit, you fuckin'
This brains over brawn
is bullies over fuckin' pussies, come on

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

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