Luyện nghe bài hát Money By Any Means

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

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