Luyện nghe bài hát Money By Any Means

(feat. Noreaga)
[Chorus - 50
It ain't easy to make (Whoo)
So now everybody take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain't a thug, fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight
It a game
[Verse 1 - 50
You can call me player yeah, but I playing fair (Uh huh)
say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood niggas know, how I 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 street I'm sunning you
Dude I'll smoke you every motherfucker you
People say chill, but I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no
Still got on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha)
[Chorus x2 - 50 w/ Noreaga in background]
It ain't easy to make
So now everybody take money
You ain't a thug, fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, view you at ya weight money
It ain't a
It ain't to make money
So now everybody wanna take
You ain't a thug, matter you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, view you at ya weight money
It a game
2 - Noreaga]
Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm playing
Wit this kitty cat, swear she a city rat
Nore now, here look read the story now
My Nore, and niggas know how I rip
And if I feel 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 so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'all acting like, it's all ill in y'all square
Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run

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