🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

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