Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Turns

(50 Cent)
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Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun
What(echo)
Money the world go round, as the world turns
make the world go round, as the world turns
Nigga I need to main-tainn
Hustalin a gamee
go and gets the grainn
Gon' get out the framee
T.Vs in the
I'm in ta thanggs I slang weed (snort)
Coc-ainee and
50
Thats my
Nigga I the painn
You thought shit stay the
Nigga shit change
Put a bullet in brainn
Nigga at close
Run away wit ya rollie, rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
nuittin funny mangg
I'm my money mangg
Bitch get down on that and get my money, I aint playinn
Better what I'm sayin,
What I'm sayin, I aint
I'll be, In front of crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, be a lamee
Crackers'll put ya in
Box'll drive you
Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta
That whole is ill
You better crack the mang

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
A aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin (dough)
A thug a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass broke (broke)

A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no dough (dough)
A thug aint a if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a if his ass dead broke (broke)

(50 Cent)
I
Life in the fast
Man I got nuttin ta lose
Everythin a
Either you wit me or me man aint nuttin changee
Nigga, you
Go against the
I'll you
Walk wit a cane now now
Who you gon'
When shit the same
Nigga nobody hears namee
You got down wit a
O blood
Ya'll niggas do thang
You got 2
Fuck it, go out wit a
Ya'll niggas wanna
Wit niggas fitlthy rich
They aint even got ta
To your bitch
One was all it took
She seen the
She them T.Vs
And big ol' chriz-omes
the bitch useta bring you dough
Useta be bottom hoe
Now your paper comin'
She feel she had ta go
Roll wit them rich niggas and with them ball-az
Politic wit the the real shot call-az

(Bun B)
I got one to live
Follow that light that on guidin me
tryin me
Hoes is me
ride me
King a the
So the streets is hide-in me
Representin sure
The yay keep takin in me

Deciple me
Status reports the badest you
in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant stay away Too $hort
I gots ta break a back
Tore em up, get em ready ta
Put em on the track
I blast the facts the in the grill
pimpin
If I have ta mack ya wife then I
me and 50 Cent my nigga
Live in trife, and real
Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont
on for treal (?)
I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you

Got you strippin and hoe-in
You dont let the pro in the door
This we showin

A pimp a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass broke (broke)

(Repeat)

(50 Cent)
Is your bitch your bitch or is your mines?
Is your your bitch all the time?
You done got your paper, now its time I get
Except the serve and be fine
Bitch!

(50 talking over beat)
from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin
Wit them cheap ass shoes you got on hoe
You aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
Look at you motherfucka
Huh
How you gunna some dates lookin like that hoe?
Bitch get off the sidewalk and the street
Bitch the is for pimpin bitch!

(Fades)