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, comin' up in the 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 me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now be dope
Tossed and turn in my that night
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my
Different day, shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run from this bitch and never come back if I could

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

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

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

x2- 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
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

[Bridge- 50
the beginnin' to the end
Losers lose, win
is real, we ain't got to pretend
The cold world we in
Is of pressure and pain
I thought it chane
But its stayin' the

3- Lloyd Banks]
How of them boys is with ya
When you had little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' the snub, cause 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, up his drug, bad enough they 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 weed in listen
If I see him i'ma lift'em and maybe that'll even the score
And if not, then be me on the floor

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

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

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

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

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

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