Luyện nghe bài hát Many Men (Wish Death)

Man we gotta go get to eat man
I'm as a motherfucker

Hey yo man, damn what's taking homie so son?

50, calm down, here he

the fuck!?

Son, pull up! up!

Many men, death upon me
Blood in my eye dog and I see
I'm trying to be what I'm to be
And trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for with me
My on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk me
'Cause I'll come and take your life

Many men, many, many, many, men
Wish death me
Lord I don't cry no
Don't to the sky no more
mercy on me

Now these niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every
I'm the greatest, something Ali in his prime
I walk the with the bundles
I've knocked on the humble
the ox when I rumble
Show your ass my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, lose head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose legs
I walk gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, beef ain't over

Many men, many, many, many, men
Wish 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no
Don't to the sky no more
Have on me
Have mercy on my
Somewhere my heart cold
mercy on many men
Many, many, many, men
Wish upon me

Sunny wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind
I don't see only god can judge me, I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can me the Don
Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you me to die homie?

Every night I to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas pulling techs on me
Psych says bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got
I got a kite from the pens that me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You read between the lines
In the bible it says, what around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got down
Now it's that I'm here, for a real reason
he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing