Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Turns

(50 Cent)
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Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas dope, thugs gun smoke
What(echo)
Money make the go round, as the world turns
Money make the world go round, as the world
I need money to main-tainn
Hustalin aint a
Nigga go and gets the
get tore out the framee
T.Vs in the
I'm in ta nice thanggs I weed (snort)
Coc-ainee and
50
Thats my
I bring the painn
You thought stay the samee
Nigga shit gon'
Put a in your brainn
Nigga at close
Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and motherfuckin chainn
Aint funny mangg
I'm about my mangg
Bitch get down on that and get my money, I aint playinn
Better what I'm sayin,
What I'm sayin, I playin
be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, 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 aint a hustla 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 pimp a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun smoke (smoke)
A aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

(50 Cent)
I
Life in the fast
Man I got nuttin ta lose
a game
Either you wit me or against me man aint changee
Nigga, you
Go against the
I'll you
Walk wit a now nigga now
Who you blamee
When shit aint the
Nigga nobody hears namee
You got down wit a
O blood
Ya'll niggas do thang
You got 2
Fuck it, go out wit a
Ya'll niggas wanna
Wit that fitlthy rich
They even got ta talk
To take your
One was all it took
She seen the
She them T.Vs
And them big ol'
A-yo the useta bring you dough
Useta be your hoe
Now your paper 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
tryin me
Hoes is me
ride me
King a the
So the streets is hide-in me
Representin sure
The yay keep pride in me

Deciple me
Status the badest you caught
Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his
I cant stay away like Too
I ta break a bastards back
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
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 clit shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you

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

A aint a pimp with no motherfuckin 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)

(Repeat)

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

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

(Fades)