Luyện nghe bài hát Hate It Or Love It

Yeah, let's 'em back
Uh huh

1 - 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a
Confusin' occurs, up in the cold world
Daddy around, prolly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell
For a fo' ring, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now be dope
Tossed and in my sleep at night
Woke up the next mornin' niggas stole my bike
Different day, same shit, nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this and never come back if I could

x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)]
Hate it or it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart

Go ahead, envy me, I'm MVP
And I ain't no where so you can get to know me

[Verse 2 - The
I told Dre the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
First song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
Put Compton on my back you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd free Yayo
So better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into
And I'm MVP
Don't make me ya'll what happened in D.C.
This ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new
And it your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the was out
Who gave the West mouth to mouth

[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Banks)]
Hate it or love it, the ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart

Go ahead, envy me, I'm MVP
And I ain't goin' no so you can get to know me

- 50 Cent]
From the to end
lose, winners win
This is real, we got to pretend
The cold that we in
Is of pressure and pain
I thought it would
But its the same

3 - Lloyd Banks]
How many of boys is with ya
you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip in the club
Till they on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model is gone, up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my
Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my in never listen
If I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the
And if not, then be me on the floor

[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Yayo)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's
And I'm gon' shine homie my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm MVP
And I ain't goin' no so you can get to know me

[Verse 4 - Yayo]
I started out at fifteen, as hell
I took off a pack and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to for loot
With little duece duece and my triple fat goose
easy Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama with me and when she my pieces
I look on life and think God I'm blessed
We the best on the so forget the rest

[Verse 5 - Buck]
You know I'm still nice my cooked game
Look mayn, its a hood thang why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a real nigga
If I do some time, I'm still all good
Let me show what a thug born to die
I took the bullets 50 and put 'em in my four five
And I ain't got my feet wet yet
A figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch

[Chorus x2 - 50 (Then Young Buck)]
Hate it or it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my stops

Go ahead, me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to me