Luyện nghe bài hát Make Money By Any Means

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
It easy to make money (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 view you at ya money
It ain't a

(Verse 1 - 50 Cent)
You can call me 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 up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
Don't me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo ass on Phil explaining what the fuck I done to you
niggas in the street saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'll you every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I do
For now on, when I speak, y'all niggas listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you in no condition
Still got on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha)

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

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

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

(Verse 3 - 50 Cent)
Yo it's all the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the you sitting
The bitches you hitting, you living the thug life
Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the I'm running 'em
Punk I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get
Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my
For these faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word that come out of my mouth, I it, you could eat
'Cause when I stick you, you gon' 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 out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking crisis

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

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

(50 talking)
what I'm saying