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, matter fact you a money (Take money, uh)
wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It a game
1 - 50 Cent]
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing (Uh huh)
say I'm the hottest thang comin' this 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 explaining what the fuck I done to you
Thug niggas in the saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'll you every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I do
For now on, I speak, y'all niggas better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all ass you been kissing (hahaha)
x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background]
It ain't easy to money
So now everybody take money
You ain't a thug, matter you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It a game
It easy to make money
So now everybody 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
2 - Noreaga]
Yo where my South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a rat
It's Nore now, here 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 me, or suck my dick
I my hoes just like Summer, no class
And niggas so hard, and getting 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 always run

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