Luyện nghe bài hát Many Men (Wish Death)

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

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

50, calm down, here he

the fuck!?

Son, up! pull up!

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

men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death me
Lord I don't cry no
Don't look to the sky no
Have on me

Now pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, ain't been found
I'm the king 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 with the
I've been knocked on the
Swing the ox when I
Show your ass my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, lose your
Turn your back on me, get and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, on my shoulder
Till I a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

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

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is
leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
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 in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you me to die homie?

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
says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite 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 between the lines
In the bible it says, goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got down
Now it's clear I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't breathing