Luyện nghe bài hát By Any Means

The guys from Maybach Music just released another track off the "Self Made" album set to hit the stores on May 23rd 2011, even if every member is still taking care of their solo career, Wale and his label colleagues still find the time to record for Maybach Music Group.
This time Wale is taking the lead and shaking the music scene, and along with him so do Pill, Ross and Meek Mill.

Below you can view the lyrics to By Any Means, produced by Lil Lody and featured on Music Group's upcoming album "Self Made".

Wale- By Any Means Lyrics Feat. Meek Mill, Pill & Ross

Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, the pot
By any if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any
14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the on the Don
Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets cost 335

Mill]
No on the fork, but it's white in the pot
We chargin' you niggas up you it or not
the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to
Tryna whip a Rollie or
Shout out to this Pyrex, bought this Audemeer
Oops I meant Audemar, my team got them
You loving the same b-tch, my team poppin'
My hundred dough, I'm wherever money go
9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' 4
F-ck n-ggas we dont f-ck dough
Bad b-tches never lets know
Keep them but never trust them, no
62 so comfortable
I'm a n-gga, you a house n-gga
I'm a real n-gga and a mouse n-gga
red, which means you go red
But I don't knock you I just blame it on head

[Rick Ross -
Pork on the fork, the pot
By any means if you it or not
Malcom X, by any
14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa as salaam
Whatever religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real n-gga, street certified, hit the whip cost 335

Malcom X get your hand out my
Some n-ggas walking death guess they ran out of options
them n-ggas we moving, tell them n-ggas to do it
I we going ham, throw some, my n-ggas sew me
They burn on block,
aint got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan Plymouth rock
And we don't on it Mr. Reagan,
But gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She that every Friday and then go to Jumah
Let her play with the box, she the greatest top
She these n-ggas out here prayin' she makes salah, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not
They just need convincing like Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my deen, Insha Allah get her right
On the Bible you can run but you can't

[Rick Ross -

Marching for cars, put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel lifted
Preaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, lives
Teaching to Shabazz Malik on behind the grass
corruption over cash, them leaking in the cask'
Aint better, you rebel, smell cheddar and shells
? platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell
My religion the kitchens, papa
Benjamins to sure my pockets abnormal
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock squeeze
N-ggas clocking dollars don't know how to read with mouths to
It's hard when starving Marcus messed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge Was obtained, your chains and your master n-gga
We in the building muscle while you watch the house
And dusting off the porcelain and when their cock is out

[Rick - Chorus]