Luyện nghe bài hát As The World Turns

(50 Cent)
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Money make a pimp, hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke
What(echo)
Money make the world go round, as the world
make the world go round, as the world turns
Nigga I need money to
Hustalin a gamee
Nigga go and the grainn
get tore out the framee
T.Vs in the
I'm in ta nice thanggs I slang (snort)
and Herio-anee
50
my namee
Nigga I the painn
You thought shit stay the
Nigga gon' change
Put a in your brainn
Nigga at close
Run away wit ya rollie, rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
Aint funny mangg
I'm about my mangg
Bitch get on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
understan what I'm sayin,
What I'm sayin, I playin
I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, be a lamee
put ya in chains
Box'll drive you
Sun cant shine all the time, man its rain
That loose? is ill
You better the whip mang

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

A pimp aint a with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A aint a hustla with no motherfuckin 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 aint got nuttin ta
a game
Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin
Nigga, you
Go the grain
I'll you
wit a cane now nigga now
Who you blamee
When shit aint the
nobody hears 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 even got ta talk
To take your
One was all it took
She seen the
She seen T.Vs
And big ol' chriz-omes
A-yo the bitch bring you dough
be your bottom hoe
Now your paper slow
She feel she had ta go
Roll wit them rich and ball with them ball-az
Politic wit the willies the shot call-az

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

Deciple me
Status the badest you caught
in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant away like Too $hort
I gots ta break a back
em up, get em ready ta port
Put em on the track
I the facts the life in the grill
pimpin
If I have ta ya wife then I will
It's me and 50 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 pit, in the clit that shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you

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

A pimp aint a with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a 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)

(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 and everything'll be fine
Bitch!

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

(Fades)