🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

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