🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

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