Luyện nghe bài hát Make Money By Any Means

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

(Verse 1 - 50 Cent)
You can call me player yeah, but I playing fair (Uh huh)
say I'm the hottest thang 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
yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you
Thug niggas in the street saying I'm 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 better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred you ain't in no condition
got shit 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 take money
You a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya money
It ain't a
It ain't easy to money
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 ain't a

(Verse 2 - Noreaga)
Yo my down South 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 a nigga, I don't get on his shit
can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I my hoes 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
Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we run scandal
niggas, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences,
on, niggas like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, niggas don't get no bound
keep my word, don't 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 you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight
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, view you at ya weight money
It ain't a

(Verse 3 - 50 Cent)
Yo all about the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you living the life
Bitches I love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
Punk I'm sunning 'em, every 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 the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word that come out of my mouth, I it, you could eat
when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic
I'm no magician, but I could make, outta nothin'
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 mid-life crisis

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

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

(50 talking)
what I'm saying