Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Or Love It (remix)

Yeah, let's 'em back
Uh huh

1- 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my kissin' a girl
occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to ch-check out my melody
I wanna good, so shit I sell dope
For a four finger ring, one of them ropes
told 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 in my sleep that night
up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't good in the hood
I'd run away from bitch and never come back if I could

[Chorus x2- 50 (Then Game)]
it or love, the underdog's ontop
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

2- The Game]
I told Dre from the gate, I carry the fo' ya
First song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
Put Compton on my back you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd free Yayo
So niggas better get up mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into
And I'm MVP
Don't make me remind ya'll happened in D.C.
nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new
And it seems your little rat out to be a mouse
beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to

x2- 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's
And I'm shine homie until 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 ain't got to
The cold world we in
Is of pressure and pain
I thought it would
But its stayin' the

3- Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys is ya
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a
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 want me to
My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. shirt in my
Now I'm reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
If I see him then i'ma lift'em and maybe that'll even the
And if not, then be me on the floor

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

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

4- Tony Yayo]
I started out at fifteen, as hell
I took thirty off a pack and I made sell
As a youth, man I used to hustle for
that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama me when she found my pieces
I look back on life and God I bless
We the on the planet so forget the rest

5- Young Buck]
You know I'm nice with my cook game
Look mayn, its a hood thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a nigga should
If I do some time, homie I'm still all
Let me show what a thug bout 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 ain't seen a royalty bitch

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

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