Luyện nghe bài hát Hate It Or Love It

Yeah, take 'em back
Uh huh

1 - 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold
Daddy around, prolly 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 them ropes
Nanna told me if I I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep at
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my
Different day, shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I

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

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

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

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

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

[Bridge - 50
From the to end
lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to
The cold world we in
Is full of pressure and
I it would change
But its the same

[Verse 3 - Banks]
How many of boys is with ya
When you had that TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club
Till they on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad 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 weed in never
If I see him and lift him and maybe even the score
And if not, then that'll be me on the

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

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

[Verse 4 - Tony
I started out at fifteen, as hell
I took thirty off a and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to for loot
With that little duece and my triple fat goose
easy Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama me and when she found 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
mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a real should
If I do some time, I'm still all good
Let me show what a that born to die
I took the outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
And I ain't got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who seen a royalty check bitch

[Chorus x2 - 50 (Then Young Buck)]
it or love 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 goin' no where so you can get to me