🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

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