Luyện nghe bài hát Many Men (Wish Death)

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

Hey yo man, damn what's taking homie so son?

50, calm down, he come

the fuck!?

Son, up! pull up!

Many men, wish upon me
in my eye dog and I can't see
I'm to be what I'm destined to be
And trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for with me
My on the wall, now you gon' see
Better how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life

men, many, many, many, many men
Wish 'pon me
I don't cry no more
Don't to the sky no more
Have on me

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't
I'm the diamond in the dirt, ain't been found
I'm the underground and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every
I'm the greatest, something Ali in his prime
I walk the block the bundles
I've been knocked on the
Swing the ox when I
your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, lose head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose legs
I around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't

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

Sunny 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 you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life bars
I don't see god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas on me
I we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

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