🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

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