🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

  man (wish death)
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
 Man we gotta go get something  eat man
  hungry as a motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
  yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50,  down, here 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  and I can't see
 I'm trying to be what I'm  to be
 And niggaz trying to take  life away
 I  a hole in nigga for fucking with me
 My back on the wall, now you gon' 
 Better watch how  talk, when you talk about me
 Cause I'll come  take your life away
 
 Many men, many, many, many, many 
  death 'pon me
 Lord I don't  no more
 Don't look to  sky no more
 Have  on me
 
 Now these pussy niggaz putting money  my head
 Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I  dead
 I'm the diamond in the dirt,  ain't been found
 I'm  underground king and I ain't been crowned
 When I  something special happen every time
  the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
 I  the block with the bundles
 I've been  on the humble
 Swing the ox when  rumble
 Show  ass what my gun do
 Got a  nigga, go'head, lose your head
 Turn your back on me, get  and lose your legs
 I walk around gun on waist, chip  my shoulder
 Till I bust a clip  your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men,  many, many, many men
 Wish death  me
 Lord I don't cry no 
 Don't look  the sky no more
 Have mercy  me
  mercy on my soul
 Somewhere my heart turned 
 Have mercy on  men
 Many, many,  many men
 Wish death  me
 
 Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for 
 Joy  feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
 Death  be easy, 'cause life is hard
 It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally 
 This if for  niggaz 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  things clear
 Quick these crackers will give my  ass a hundred years
 I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call  the Don
 Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun  my palm
 Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on 
 I thought  was cool, why you want me to die homie?
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night I talk to  but he don't say nothing back
  know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
 In my nightmares,  keep pulling techs on me
 Psych says some bitch  put a hex on me
 The feds didn't  much, when Pac got shot
 I got a kite from the pens that told me,  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 bible it  what goes around, comes around
 Almost shot  three weeks later he got shot down
 Now it's clear that  here, for a real reason
 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't  breathing
 
 Chorus