🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

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