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 what's homie so long son?

50, down, here he come

the fuck!?

Son, up! pull up!

Many men, wish death me
in my eye dog and I can't see
I'm to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to my life 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 talk me
'Cause I'll come and take life away

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

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my
Go on and get refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been
I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something Ali in his prime
I walk the block the bundles
been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I
Show your ass my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, your head
Turn your on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I 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 mercy on my
Somewhere my heart turned
mercy on many men
Many, many, many, men
Wish death me

Sunny days be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for
Death gotta be easy, 'cause is hard
It'll 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 don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things
these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can me the Don
Like by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you 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, keep pulling 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 from the pens that told me, got knocked
I ain't gonna it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got down
Now it's that I'm here, for a real reason
he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing