Luyện nghe bài hát Make Money By Any Means

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
It ain't easy to make (Whoo)
So now everybody take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain't a thug, fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It a game

(Verse 1 - 50 Cent)
You can me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood niggas know, how I my problems
I walk up close, and I fo', fo' 'em
make me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo ass on Phil Donahue what the fuck I done to you
niggas in the street saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'll smoke you every under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I do
For now on, when I speak, y'all better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred you ain't in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all ass you been kissing (hahaha)

(Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ in background)
It ain't easy to money
So now wanna take money
You a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It ain't a
It ain't easy to money
So now everybody wanna money
You a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It a game

(Verse 2 - Noreaga)
Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm piddy-pat
Wit this cat, bitch swear she a city rat
It's Nore now, here look read the now
My name Nore, and know how I rip
And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his
can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I like my just like Summer, no class
And working so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'all acting like, it's all ill in y'all square
Motherfucker you ain't that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run
Weak niggas, us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences,
Focuses on, like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no
Y'all my word, don't love no bird
Get a beef TM, and just twist my herb

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
So now everybody take money
You ain't a thug, fact you a fake money
wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It a game
It ain't to make money
So now everybody take money
You a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It ain't a

(Verse 3 - 50 Cent)
Yo all about the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the whips you
The you hitting, when you living the thug life
Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm 'em
Punk I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get
Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my
For babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and trips
Every word come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat
'Cause when I you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic
I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's
So all you niggas out there, thinking you the
Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking crisis

(50 talking)
Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters,

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
It ain't easy to make
So now everybody wanna money
You ain't a thug, matter you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It ain't a
It easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take
You ain't a thug, fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, view you at ya weight money
It ain't a

(50 talking)
what I'm saying