Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Or Love It (remix)

Yeah, take 'em back
Uh huh

[Verse 1- 50
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a
Confusin' occurs, up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, out committin' felonies
My rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I dope
For a four finger ring, one of them gold
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 night
Woke up the next niggas done stole my bike
Different day, shit, ain't 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 homie until my stops

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

2- The Game]
I Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
First song, I inheirited 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 show, I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd yellin' Yayo
So niggas better get up outta
I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
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 got a new boyfriend
And it seems your rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the and the birds fly south
Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the Coast mouth to mouth

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

Go ahead, me, I'm rap's MVP
And I goin' 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 cold that we in
Is of pressure and pain
I thought it chane
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, niggas do a lotta slick 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 got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. shirt in my coat
Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my in never listen
If I see him then lift'em and maybe that'll even the score
And if not, it'll be me on the floor

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

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

[Verse 4- Tony
I out at fifteen, scared as hell
I took thirty off a and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to for loot
With that duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy rockin' the laces
Mama with me she found my pieces
I back on life and think God I bless
We the best on the so forget the rest

[Verse 5- Buck]
You know I'm nice with my cook game
Look mayn, its a hood thang why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, I'm still all good
Let me show a thug bout 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 figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch

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

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