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)
make the world go round, as the world turns
Money make the go round, as the world turns
I need money to main-tainn
Hustalin aint a
Nigga go and 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 the painn
You shit stay the samee
Nigga shit gon'
Put a bullet in your
at close range
Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and motherfuckin chainn
Aint nuittin 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
I'll be, In of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a
put ya in chains
Box'll you insane
Sun cant all the time, man its gotta rain
That whole is ill
You better crack the whip

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

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

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

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

Deciple me
Status reports the badest you
Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his
I cant stay away like Too
I gots ta a bastards back
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
me and 50 Cent my nigga
Live in trife, and real
Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and kill
Thats on for (?)
I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that true
I split through, defences, so relentless, get you, without you even

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

A pimp aint a pimp no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin (dough)
A thug aint a 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 your mines?
Is your bitch your all the time?
You done got your paper, now its time I get
Except the and everything'll be fine
Bitch!

(50 Cent talking beat)
Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some
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)