Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Turns

(50 Cent)
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Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, gun smoke
What(echo)
Money make the world go round, as the world
Money make the go round, as the world turns
I need money to main-tainn
Hustalin aint a
go and gets the grainn
Gon' get out the framee
T.Vs in the
I'm in ta nice I slang weed (snort)
and Herio-anee
50
Thats my
Nigga I the painn
You thought shit the samee
Nigga shit change
Put a bullet in brainn
Nigga at close
Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin
Aint nuittin mangg
I'm my money mangg
get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
Better what I'm sayin,
I'm sayin, I aint playin
I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a
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 pimp aint a pimp no hoes (hoes)
A aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont (smoke)
A aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

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

(50 Cent)
I
Life in the lane
Man I aint got nuttin ta
Everythin a
you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee
Nigga, you
Go against the
make you
Walk wit a now nigga now
Who you blamee
When aint the same
nobody hears your namee
You got wit a gangg
O blood
Ya'll do your thang
You got 2
it, go out wit a bangg
Ya'll wanna hangg
Wit niggas that rich
They aint got ta talk
To your bitch
One look was all it
She the benz-o
She them T.Vs
And big ol' chriz-omes
A-yo the bitch bring you dough
Useta be your hoe
Now paper comin' slow
She like she had ta go
wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az
Politic wit the willies the real call-az

(Bun B)
I got one to live
Follow light that keeps on guidin me
Hate-az me
is a-bidein me
Media me
a the underground
So the is steady hide-in me
sure taste-az
The yay keep takin in me

Deciple me
Status reports the badest you
Walk in the top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant stay away Too $hort
I ta break a bastards back
Tore em up, get em ready ta
Put em on the master
I blast the facts the in the grill
pimpin
If I have ta ya wife then I will
It's me and 50 Cent my
Live in trife, and thats
shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
Thats on for (?)
I'm on for million wit your pit, in the that shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, you even

Got you and even hoe-in
You wanna let the pro in the door
This we showin

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

(Repeat)

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

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

(Fades)