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 world go round, as the world
Money make the go round, as the world turns
Nigga I need money to
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)
Coc-ainee and
50
Thats my
Nigga I bring the
You thought shit stay the
Nigga shit change
Put a bullet in brainn
at close range
Run away wit ya rollie, rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
nuittin funny mangg
I'm my money mangg
Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I playinn
Better understan I'm sayin,
I'm sayin, I aint playin
I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta 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 rain
That whole is ill
You crack the whip mang

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
A pimp aint a with 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 hustla 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
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 against the
make you
Walk wit a cane now now
Who you blamee
When shit the same
Nigga hears your namee
You got down wit a
O blood
niggas do your thang
You got 2
it, go out wit a bangg
Ya'll niggas hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy
They even got ta talk
To take your
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 feel she had ta go
Roll wit them niggas and ball with them ball-az
Politic wit the willies the real shot

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

Deciple me
Status reports the 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
em up, get em ready ta port
Put em on the master
I blast the facts the life in the
pimpin
If I have ta mack ya then I will
It's me and 50 Cent my
Live in trife, and thats
Talkin on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
Thats on for (?)
I'm on for million wit your pit, in the that shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you

Got you strippin and hoe-in
You wanna let the pro in the door
This what we

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

(Repeat)

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

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

(Fades)