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, here he

the fuck!?

Son, up! pull 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 life
I put a in nigga for fucking with me
My on the wall, now you gon' see
Better how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause come and take your life away

men, many, many, many, many men
Wish 'pon me
Lord I cry no more
look to the sky no more
Have on me

Now these pussy niggas putting on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't found
I'm the king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every
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 ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose legs
I around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

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

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

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