Luyện nghe bài hát Money By Any Means

(feat. Noreaga)
[Chorus - 50
It ain't to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake (Take money, uh)
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It a game
[Verse 1 - 50
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the niggas know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo', fo' 'em
make me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the I done to you
Thug niggas in the saying I'm sunning you
Dude smoke you every motherfucker under you
say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all better listen
Why run against a when you ain't in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all ass you been kissing (hahaha)
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in
It ain't to make money
So now everybody wanna take
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight
It ain't a
It easy to make money
So now everybody wanna money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake
Fuck wit mines, view you at ya weight money
It a game
[Verse 2 -
Yo where my down South at, I'm playing piddy-pat
Wit kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
It's Nore now, here read the story now
My Nore, and niggas know how I rip
And if I don't a nigga, I don't get on his shit
Y'all can love me, or me, or suck my dick
I my hoes just like Summer, no class
And niggas working so hard, and no ass
Why y'all niggas acting like, all ill in y'all square
Motherfucker you ain't that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we run scandal

niggas, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences,
Focuses on, like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no
Y'all keep my word, love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and twist my herb
[Chorus - 50
So now everybody take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It a game
It easy to make money
So now everybody wanna money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake
Fuck wit mines, view you at ya weight money
It ain't a
3 - 50 Cent]
Yo it's all the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the you sitting
The you hitting, when you living the thug life
Bitches I love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, every I get
Man I niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies faggots flippin', 1-800-TIPS
Force me to the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat
'Cause when I stick you, you gon' it up like you bulimic
I'm no magician, but I make, somethin' outta nothin'
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot pumping
So all you niggas out there, you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life
[50 talking]
Southside, baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon
[Chorus - 50
It ain't easy to money
So now everybody wanna take
You ain't a thug, fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It ain't a
It easy to make money
So now everybody wanna money
You a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight
It a game
[50 Cent
Know I'm saying