Luyện nghe bài hát Many Men (Wish Death)

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

Hey yo man, damn taking homie so long son?

50, down, here he come

the fuck!?

Son, pull up! up!

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

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

Now pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I been crowned
When I rhyme, something special every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his
I the block with the bundles
I've been on the humble
the ox when I rumble
Show ass what 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
I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

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
my heart turned cold
Have on many men
Many, many, many, men
Wish upon me

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it for rain
Joy feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things
Quick these crackers will my black ass a hundred years
I'm Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like by any means, with my gun in my palm
switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die

Every I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay my gat
In my nightmares, keep pulling 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 that told me, 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 bible it says, what goes around, around
shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking