🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

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