Luyện nghe bài hát Money By Any Means

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

Weak niggas, have us lighting up
Sending out roses, condolences,
on, niggas like Fu Quan
Yo in ground, niggas that don't get no bound
Y'all keep my word, love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and just twist my
[Chorus - 50
So now wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake
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 you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight
It ain't a
[Verse 3 - 50
Yo all about the cash you getting
you flipping, the whips you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug
I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, every I get
Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my
For these babies flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the 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 could make, somethin' nothin'
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot pumping
So all you niggas out there, thinking you the
Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking crisis
[50 Cent
Southside, baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon
- 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to money
So now everybody take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake
Fuck wit mines, view you at ya weight money
It a game
It ain't to make money
So now everybody wanna take
You a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma you at ya weight money
It ain't a
[50 Cent
what I'm saying