Luyện nghe bài hát Many Men (Wish Death)

Man we go get something 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, pull up! up!

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

men, many, 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 and I ain't been crowned
I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his
I walk the with the bundles
been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox I rumble
Show your ass my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, lose your
your back 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
Lord I cry no more
Don't look to the sky no
Have on me
mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart cold
Have mercy on 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
Death gotta be easy, 'cause is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and scarred
This if for my on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see clear
Quick crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my
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 don't say nothing
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 didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got
I ain't spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You read between the lines
In the bible it says, goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing