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