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 so long son?

50, calm down, he come

the fuck!?

Son, pull up! up!

Many men, wish 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 in nigga for fucking with me
My on the wall, now you gon' see
watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take life away

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

Now pussy niggas putting money on my head
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 been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every
I'm the greatest, something Ali in his prime
I walk the block the bundles
I've been on the humble
Swing the ox when I
Show your ass my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, your head
Turn your back on me, get and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my
I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

Many men, many, many, many, men
Wish 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no
Don't look to the sky no
mercy on me
Have mercy on my
Somewhere my turned cold
Have on many men
Many, many, many, men
Wish upon me

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for
Joy wouldn't so good, if it wasn't for pain
gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally
This if for my niggas on the block, trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind
I don't see only god can judge me, I see things clear
these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call 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 want me to die

Every night I talk to god, but he don't say back
I know he protecting me, but I stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas pulling techs on me
Psych says bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read the lines
In the bible it says, goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks 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 breathing