Luyện nghe bài hát Hate It Or Love It - Street Remix (G-Unot)

That be the end of 50 cent on shady aftermath
I'm forward in my career
if Dre had got creativly tied up onto The Game
if he's (echoes)

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[The

Comin' up he was confused his momma kissin a
If the happened in my household I might hurl
Daddy ain't around out doin' crack
and told me he snitches just like a rat
Wanna live so he snitched on thugs
Somebody must have him steroids wasn't drug
Walkin' round town everyday in that coat
Put niggaz behind bars but homie that ain't
Now he toss and in his sleep at night
up in the morning watch cops on miami vice
Different day same snitch nothin good in the hood
He'd run away from New York and Come back if he could

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Hate it or it the underdoggs on top
And he gon tell and go to the cops
Go head on me
Im M.V.P
And I ain't goin so they can come and get me

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[The

G-G-G-G-UNOT!
On the grill of my low
Guns on sides right above da gold wires
.45 'em
Kill banks on my and really do it
thats the true meaning of a ghost
10 G's 'd Yayo out his air forces
Believe you me homie i know all losses
Im from Compton wear the wrong be cautious
One phone call will have his broke in parts and,
I stay like car seats
Been bangin' since my nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
Thats 10 years i told in '05 I catch 50 let me tie up my Air Max '95's
I told u niggaz when i met u ride and if i gotta die rather homocide
I ain't have 50 cent my grandmama died
Now i'm goin back to cali same on see how time fly

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Hate it or it the underdoggs on top
And he gon' tell and go to the cops
Go head on me
Im M.V.P
And I goin nowhere so they can come and get me

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[The

From the to the end
Losers lose, winners win this is real we gotta pretend
The cold world that we in is of pressure and pain
Enough of that faggot now listen to
Told Dre from the i carry the heat for ya
first mixtape song i Beef for ya
my teeth for ya
G for ya
Put compton on my back you was in need of soldiers
At my last show i away my N.W.A. gold
Had the crowd yellin' "Fuck YAYO!!"
So betta get up out of mine
For i creep and violator into Columbine
And i'm M.V.P
Don't make me remind Yayo was in P.C.
That niggaa gotti he pretend
Mad at me 'cause Olivia got a new
It ya little rat turned out to be a mouse
This shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
And even 50 could vouch
When the doubts was out i gave mouth to mouth

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Hate it or love it the on top
And he gon tell and go to the cops
Go snitch on me
Im MVP
And I ain't nowhere so they can come and get me