🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

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