Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Or Love It (remix)

Yeah, let's take 'em
Uh huh

[Verse 1- 50
up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold
Daddy ain't around, problly out felonies
My rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell
For a four ring, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'll be
Tossed and turn in my sleep that
up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away this bitch and never come back if I could

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

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

[Verse 2- The
I told Dre from the gate, I the heat fo' ya
First mixtape song, I inheirited fo' ya
my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
Put Compton on my when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I away my NWA gold
And had the whole yellin' free Yayo
So niggas get up outta mine
I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
And I'm MVP
Don't make me remind what happened in D.C.
This nigga 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 fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the was out
Who the West Coast mouth to mouth

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Banks)]
Hate it or love, the 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

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

3- Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys is ya
When you had little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' with the snub, cause niggas do a lotta talkin' in the club
they 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 they me to choke
My boy got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. shirt in my coat
Now I'm reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
If I see him then lift'em and maybe that'll even the score
And if not, then it'll be me on the

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Yayo)]
Hate it or love, the ontop
And I'm shine homie 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

4- Tony Yayo]
I started out at fifteen, scared as
I took thirty off a pack and I made them
As a youth, man I to hustle for loot
With that little duece and my triple fat goose
easy Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama with me she found my pieces
I look back on and think God I bless
We the best on the planet so forget the

5- Young Buck]
You know I'm still nice with my game
Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm in Brooklayn
I handle just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, homie I'm still all
Let me show what a bout born to die
I the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
And I ain't even got my wet yet
A seven nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch

x2- 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's
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