Luyện nghe bài hát Make Money By Any Means

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
It ain't to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna take (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 thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the niggas know, how I handle 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 Donahue explaining the fuck I done to you
Thug niggas in the street I'm sunning you
I'll smoke you every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no
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 money
So now everybody wanna money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake
wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It a game
It easy to make money
So now everybody take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a money
wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It a game

(Verse 2 - Noreaga)
Yo where my down niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, bitch she a city rat
It's Nore now, here look read the now
My Nore, and niggas 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 hoes like Summer, no class
And niggas so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'all niggas acting like, all ill in y'all square
Motherfucker you know that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we run scandal
Weak niggas, us lighting up candles
out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, niggas like Fu
Yo in they ground, that don't get no bound
Y'all keep my word, love no bird
Get a beef TM, and just twist my herb

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

(Verse 3 - 50 Cent)
Yo it's all about the cash you
Bricks you flipping, the whips you
The bitches you hitting, when you living the life
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 babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
Force me to the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you eat
'Cause when I stick you, you cough it up like you bulimic
I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta
Like an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping
So all you niggas out there, thinking you the
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 money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake
wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a
It ain't to make money
So now everybody wanna take
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It ain't a

(50 talking)
what I'm saying