🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

 Many man  death)
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
  we gotta go get something to eat man
 I'm hungry as a 
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long 
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50, calm down,  he come
 
 9 Shots
 
 Banks and  Cent
 Ahh, ohh, what  fuck!?
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh!  pull up! pull up!
 
 Intro
 Many men, wish death  me
 Blood in my eye dawg and  can't see
  trying to be what I'm destined to be
 And niggaz trying to take my  away
 I put a hole  nigga for fucking with me
 My  on the wall, now you gon' see
 Better watch how you talk,  you talk about me
 Cause I'll come  take your life away
 
 Many men,  many, many, many men
 Wish death 'pon 
  I don't cry no more
 Don't look to  sky no more
 Have mercy on 
 
 Now these pussy niggaz putting  on my head
 Go on and  your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
 I'm the  in the dirt, that ain't been found
 I'm  underground king and I ain't been crowned
 When I rhyme,  special happen every time
  the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
 I walk the block  the bundles
 I've been  on the humble
 Swing  ox when I rumble
 Show  ass what my gun do
 Got a temper nigga,  lose your head
 Turn your back on me, get clapped and  your legs
  walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
 Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this  ain't over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men, many,  many, many men
 Wish death 'pon 
 Lord I don't cry no 
 Don't look to  sky no more
 Have mercy  me
 Have mercy  my soul
 Somewhere my  turned cold
  mercy on many men
 Many,  many, many men
  death upon me
 
 Some  wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
 Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it  for pain
 Death  be easy, 'cause life is hard
  leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
 This if for my  on the block, twisting trees and cigars
  the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
 I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see  clear
 Quick  crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
 I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you  call me the Don
 Like Malcolm  any means, with my gun in my palm
 Slim switched sides  me, let niggaz ride on me
 I thought we was cool, why you  me to die homie?
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night I  to god, but he don't say nothing back
 I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my 
 In my nightmares, niggaz keep  techs on me
 Psych says  bitch dumb, put a hex on me
 The feds didn't know  when Pac got shot
 I got a kite  the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
 I ain't gonna  it out for you motherfuckers all the time
 Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read  the lines
 In the  it says, what goes around, comes around
 Almost shot me, three weeks  he got shot down
 Now it's  that I'm here, for a real reason
 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking 
 
 Chorus