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 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 back on the wall, now you see
Better watch how you talk, you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your away

men, many, many, many, many men
Wish 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no
look to the sky no more
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, that been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't crowned
When I rhyme, special happen every time
I'm the greatest, like Ali in his prime
I walk the with the bundles
been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I
your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, lose head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef over

Many men, many, many, many, men
Wish death me
Lord I don't cry no
look to the sky no more
Have on me
Have mercy on my
Somewhere my heart cold
Have on many men
Many, many, many, men
Wish death me

days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is
It'll you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life bars
I don't see only god can judge me, I see things clear
Quick these will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can me the Don
Malcolm 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 still with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas pulling techs on me
Psych says some 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 spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, around
Almost shot me, three weeks he got shot down
Now it's clear I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he fucking breathing