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, 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 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 away

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

Now these niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been
When I rhyme, something special every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his
I walk the with the bundles
I've been on the humble
the ox when I rumble
Show your ass my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, your head
Turn back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, beef ain't over

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

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for
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, twisting and cigars
For the niggas on lock, life 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
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 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 keep techs on me
Psych some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite the pens that 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 shot me, weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real
he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing