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, pull up! up!

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

Many men, many, many, many, men
Wish death me
I don't cry no more
Don't to the sky no more
Have 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, that ain't found
I'm the king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his
I the block with the bundles
I've knocked on the humble
the ox when I rumble
Show ass what my gun do
Got a nigga, go 'head, lose your head
Turn back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef over

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

Sunny wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't so good, if it wasn't 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, twisting and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing behind bars
I don't see only god can me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can 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 to god, but he don't say nothing back
I he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep techs on me
Psych says some dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, Pac got shot
I got a from 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 read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, around
Almost me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking