Luyện nghe bài hát Money By Any Means

(feat. Noreaga)
[Chorus - 50
It ain't to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain't a thug, matter you a fake money (Take money, uh)
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight
It a game
1 - 50 Cent]
You can me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the niggas 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 under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I do
For now on, when I speak, niggas better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you in no condition
got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha)
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ in background]
It ain't easy to make
So now everybody wanna take
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 easy to make
So now wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya 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
It's Nore now, here read the story now
My name Nore, and niggas 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 like my hoes just like Summer, no
And niggas so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in square
Motherfucker you ain't that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we run scandal

niggas, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences,
Focuses on, niggas Fu Quan
Yo in ground, niggas that don't get no bound
Y'all keep my word, don't no bird
Get a from TM, and just twist my herb
[Chorus - 50
So now everybody take money
You ain't a thug, matter 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 wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya money
It ain't a
[Verse 3 - 50
Yo it's all the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you living the life
Bitches I don't no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
Punk I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get
Man I know is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies faggots flippin', 1-800-TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and trips
Every word that 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'
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,
[Chorus - 50
It ain't easy to make
So now everybody wanna money
You ain't a thug, matter you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, view you at ya weight money
It ain't a
It ain't easy to money
So now wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake
wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It a game
[50 Cent
Know what I'm