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 go round, as the world turns
Money make the go round, as the world turns
Nigga I money to main-tainn
aint a gamee
Nigga go and gets the
get tore out the framee
T.Vs in the
I'm in ta thanggs I slang weed (snort)
and Herio-anee
50
Thats my
Nigga I the painn
You thought stay the samee
Nigga shit gon'
Put a bullet in brainn
Nigga at range
Run wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
Aint nuittin funny
I'm about my money
Bitch get on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
understan 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 thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
put ya in chains
Box'll you insane
Sun cant all the time, man its gotta rain
That loose? is ill
You crack the whip mang

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

A aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A aint a hustla with no motherfuckin 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 lane
Man I aint got ta lose
Everythin a
Either you wit me or against me man nuttin changee
Nigga, you
Go the grain
I'll you
wit a cane now nigga now
Who you blamee
When shit aint the
Nigga nobody your namee
You got down wit a
O thirty-one
Ya'll niggas do thang
You got 2
it, go out wit a bangg
Ya'll niggas hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy
They aint got ta talk
To take your
One look was all it
She the benz-o
She them T.Vs
And big ol' chriz-omes
A-yo the bitch useta bring you
Useta be bottom hoe
Now paper comin' slow
She feel she had ta go
wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az
Politic wit the the real shot call-az

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

slide-in me
Status reports the badest you
Walk in the top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant away like Too $hort
I gots ta break a bastards
Tore em up, get em ta port
Put em on the track
I blast the the life in the grill
Gorilla
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 that shit true
I split through, defences, so relentless, get you, without you even

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

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

(Repeat)

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

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

(Fades)