Luyện nghe bài hát Make Money By Any Means

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
It easy to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna take (Uh huh, uh huh)
You a thug, matter 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 me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo', fo' '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 smoke you every motherfucker you
People say chill, but I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, niggas better listen
Why run a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
Still got on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha)

(Chorus x2 - 50 w/ Noreaga in background)
It ain't easy to make
So now everybody take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight
It ain't a
It ain't easy to money
So now wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter 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 playing
Wit kitty 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 get on his shit
can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I like my hoes just like Summer, no
And niggas so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'all acting like, it's all ill in y'all square
Motherfucker you ain't know that a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we run scandal
Weak niggas, have us lighting up
Sending out roses, condolences,
Focuses on, niggas like Fu
Yo in they ground, that don't get no bound
keep my word, don't love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and just my herb

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
So now everybody wanna money
You ain't a thug, matter you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, view you at ya weight money
It ain't a
It ain't to make 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 3 - 50 Cent)
Yo it's all the cash you getting
you flipping, the whips you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug
Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the I'm running 'em
Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, chance I get
Man I know is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and trips
Every that 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 make, somethin' outta nothin'
Like an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping
So all you niggas out there, you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life

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

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

(50 talking)
Know I'm saying