🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

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