🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

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