Luyện nghe bài hát Money By Any Means

(feat. Noreaga)
[Chorus - 50
It easy to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You a thug, matter fact you a fake 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 fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the niggas know, how I handle my problems
I up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
Don't 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
say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all better listen
Why run against a when you ain't in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been (hahaha)
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ in background]
It easy to make money
So now wanna take 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
It ain't easy to money
So now everybody take money
You ain't a thug, fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight
It ain't a
[Verse 2 -
Yo my down South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat
Wit this cat, bitch 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 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 working so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all
you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run

Weak niggas, us lighting up candles
out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, niggas Fu Quan
Yo in ground, niggas that don't 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, fact 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 a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, view you at ya weight money
It a game
[Verse 3 - 50
Yo it's all the cash you getting
you flipping, the whips you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug
Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the I'm running 'em
Punk niggas I'm 'em, every chance I get
Man I know is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies faggots flippin', dial
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' cough it up you bulimic
I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' nothin'
Like turn an empty block, into a crack that's pumping
So all you niggas out there, 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 to make money
So now everybody wanna money
You ain't a thug, 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 everybody wanna 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
[50 talking]
Know what I'm