Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Turns

(50 Cent)
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Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, sell dope, thugs gun smoke
What(echo)
make the world go round, as the world turns
Money the world go round, as the world turns
Nigga I need money to
Hustalin a gamee
Nigga go and the grainn
get tore out the framee
T.Vs in the
I'm in ta nice thanggs I weed (snort)
and Herio-anee
50
my namee
Nigga I the painn
You thought shit the samee
Nigga shit change
Put a in your brainn
Nigga at close
Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin
Aint nuittin mangg
I'm about my mangg
Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I playinn
Better what I'm sayin,
What I'm sayin, I aint
I'll be, In of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
Crackers'll put ya in
Box'll you insane
Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta
That whole is ill
You better crack the whip

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

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

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

(Bun B)
I got one to live
Follow that light that keeps on me
Hate-az me
Hoes is me
ride me
King a the
So the streets is steady me
sure taste-az
The yay takin pride in me

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

Got you strippin and even
You dont wanna let the pro in the
what we showin

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

(Repeat)

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

(50 Cent talking beat)
Runnin from pimpin...bitch you to run TO some pimpin
Wit them cheap ass payless you got on hoe
You still aint figured out what a hoe to look like
at you motherfucka here
Huh
How you gunna catch some lookin like that hoe?
Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the
Bitch the is for pimpin bitch!

(Fades)