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 taking homie so son?

50, down, here he come

the fuck!?

Son, up! pull up!

men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dog and I see
I'm to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life
I put a in nigga for fucking 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

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

Now these pussy niggas money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been
When I rhyme, something 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
Show your ass my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go 'head, lose your
Turn your on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, beef ain't over

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

Sunny wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, life is hard
leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life bars
I don't see only god can me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will my black ass a hundred years
I'm Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas 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 me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling on me
Psych says some dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, around
Almost shot me, three later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real
'Cause he got hit I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing