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 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 nice thanggs I weed (snort)
and Herio-anee
50
Thats my
Nigga I bring the
You thought stay the samee
Nigga shit gon'
Put a in your brainn
Nigga at close
Run wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
nuittin funny mangg
I'm my money mangg
get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
Better what I'm sayin,
What I'm sayin, I playin
I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start
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 rain
That loose? is ill
You better the whip mang

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
A pimp aint a pimp no hoes (hoes)
A hustla 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)

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 a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

(50 Cent)
I
in the fast lane
Man I got nuttin ta lose
a game
Either you wit me or against me man aint changee
Nigga, you
Go against the
make you
Walk wit a cane now now
Who you blamee
shit aint the same
Nigga nobody hears namee
You got down wit a
O thirty-one
Ya'll niggas do your
You got 2
it, go out wit a bangg
Ya'll niggas hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy
aint even got ta talk
To your bitch
One was all it took
She seen the
She seen T.Vs
And them big ol'
A-yo the bitch useta you dough
Useta be your hoe
Now paper comin' slow
She feel she had ta go
Roll wit them rich niggas and with them ball-az
Politic wit the willies the real shot

(Bun B)
I got one life to
that light that keeps on guidin me
Hate-az me
Hoes is me
Media me
a the underground
So the streets is hide-in me
Representin sure
The yay keep pride in me

Deciple me
reports the badest you caught
Walk in the black top wit fat and had his newport
I cant stay like Too $hort
I gots ta break a back
Tore em up, get em ta port
Put em on the master
I the facts the life in the grill
pimpin
If I have ta mack ya wife I will
It's me and 50 my nigga
Live in trife, and real
Talkin on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
Thats on for (?)
I'm on for million wit pit, in the clit that shit true
I split through, defences, so relentless, get you, without you even

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

A pimp 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 playa aint a if his ass dead broke (broke)

(Repeat)

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

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

(Fades)