Luyện nghe bài hát Many Men

Man we gotta go get to eat man
I'm hungry as a

Hey yo man, damn taking homie so long son?

50, down, here he come

the fuck!?

Son, pull up! up!

men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dog and I see
I'm trying to be I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my away
I put a in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you see
Better watch how you talk, when you about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life

Many men, many, many, many, men
Wish 'pon me
Lord I cry no more
Don't to the sky no more
mercy on me

Now these pussy niggas putting on my head
Go on and get refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his
I the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the
Swing the ox when I
Show your ass my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, your head
Turn your on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death me
Lord I cry no more
look to the sky no more
Have on me
mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned
mercy on many men
Many, many, many, men
Wish death me

days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally
This if for my on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing behind bars
I see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, my gun in my palm
Slim sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

Many men, many, many, many, men
Wish death me
Lord I don't cry no
look to the sky no more
Have on me
mercy on my soul
Somewhere my turned cold
Have on many men
Many, many, many, men
death upon me

Every I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
I he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, keep pulling techs on me
Psych says bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You read between the lines
In the bible it says, what around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot
Now clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking

Many men, many, many, many, men
Wish 'pon me
I don't cry no more
Don't to the sky no more
Have on me
Have on my soul
Somewhere my heart cold
Have on many men
Many, many, many, men
death upon me