Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Or Love It (remix)

Yeah, let's 'em back
Uh huh

[Verse 1- 50
Comin' up I was confused, my mama 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 live good, so shit I sell
For a four finger ring, one of them gold
Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the
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' homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm MVP
And I ain't goin' no 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
Gritted my fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
Put Compton on my back you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I threw away my NWA
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 me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
This nigga Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, the doubts was out
Who gave the Coast mouth to mouth

[Chorus x2- 50 (Then Lloyd Banks)]
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 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 world we in
Is full of and pain
I thought it chane
But its stayin' the

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 slick talkin' in the
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 speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never
If I see him then i'ma lift'em and maybe that'll the score
And if not, it'll be me on the floor

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

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

[Verse 4- Tony
I out at fifteen, scared as hell
I thirty 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
easy Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama with me when she my pieces
I look back on and think God I bless
We the best on the so forget the rest

[Verse 5- Young
You know I'm still nice with my cook
Look mayn, its a thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a nigga should
If I do some time, homie I'm all good
Let me show what a thug born to die
I took the 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

[Chorus x2- 50 (Then Young 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 no where so you can get to know me