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 kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to ch-check out my melody
I live good, so shit I sell dope
For a fo' finger ring, one of gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep at
Woke up the mornin' niggas done stole my bike
day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come if I could

x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)]
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 no where so you can get to know me

2 - The Game]
I told Dre from the gate, I the heat fo' ya
mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
Gritted my teeth fo' ya, fo ya
Put Compton on my back you was in need of soldiers
At my show, I threw away my NWA gold
And had the crowd yellin' free Yayo
So niggas better get up outta
Before I creep and turn ya projects into
And I'm MVP
Don't make me ya'll what happened in D.C.
This nigga Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new
And it seems your rat turned out to be a mouse
beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, the doubts was out
Who gave the Coast mouth to mouth

x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's
And I'm shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm MVP
And I goin' no where so you can get to know me

[Bridge - 50
From the to end
lose, winners win
This is real, we got to pretend
The cold world we in
Is full of and pain
I thought it would
But its the same

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

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

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

4 - Tony Yayo]
I out at fifteen, scared as hell
I took thirty off a pack and I them sell
As a youth, man I used to for loot
With that little duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama with me and when she found my
I look on life and think God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so the rest

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

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

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