🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

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