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 taking so long son?

50, calm down, he come

the fuck!?

Son, up! pull up!

Many men, death upon me
in my eye dog and I can't see
I'm to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for with me
My back on the wall, now you see
watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life

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

Now these niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that been found
I'm the underground and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, special happen every time
I'm the greatest, like Ali in his prime
I walk the block the bundles
I've been knocked on the
the ox when I rumble
Show your ass my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, lose head
Turn your back on me, get and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, on my shoulder
Till I a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

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

Sunny wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally
This if for my niggas on the block, trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, life behind bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a years
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 ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you me to die homie?

Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing
I know he protecting me, but I still stay my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep 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, Tuck got
I ain't spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got down
Now it's clear I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking