Luyện nghe bài hát Money By Any Means

(feat. Noreaga)
[Chorus - 50
It ain't to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna take (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake (Take money, uh)
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya money
It a game
1 - 50 Cent]
You can call me player yeah, but I playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest 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
niggas in the street saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'll smoke you every motherfucker you
People say chill, but still I do, I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better
Why run against a thoroughbred when you in no condition
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 wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a money
Fuck wit mines, view you at ya weight money
It ain't a
It ain't easy to make
So now everybody wanna money
You ain't a thug, matter you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight
It ain't a
[Verse 2 -
Yo where my South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat
Wit this cat, bitch swear she a city rat
It's now, here look read the story now
My Nore, and niggas know how I rip
And if I don't feel a nigga, I get on his shit
Y'all can me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I like my hoes like Summer, no class
And working so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in square
Motherfucker you ain't know it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run

Weak niggas, have us up candles
Sending out roses, condolences,
on, niggas like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, that don't get no bound
Y'all my word, don't love no bird
Get a from TM, and just twist my herb
- 50 Cent]
So now everybody take money
You a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It a game
It ain't easy to money
So now everybody wanna money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a money
Fuck wit mines, view you at ya weight money
It a game
3 - 50 Cent]
Yo it's all about the cash you
Bricks you flipping, the you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you the thug life
I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, chance I get
Man I know niggas is a trip, so I 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'
turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping
So all you out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya mid-life crisis
[50 talking]
Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters,
- 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to money
So now everybody wanna money
You a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya money
It a game
It ain't to make money
So now wanna take money
You a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya money
It a game
[50 talking]
what I'm saying