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 mama a girl
Confusin' occurs, up in the cold world
ain't around, problly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing 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 turn in my 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

x2- 50 Cent (Then Game)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's
And I'm shine 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

2- The Game]
I told Dre 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' free
So niggas better get up outta
Before I creep and turn ya projects Collumbine
And I'm MVP
Don't make me remind ya'll what in D.C.
This ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new
And it your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West mouth to mouth

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

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

[Bridge- 50
From the to the end
lose, winners win
This is real, we got to pretend
The cold that we in
Is full of and pain
I it would chane
But its the same

[Verse 3- 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
Till they 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', my weed in never listen
If I see him i'ma 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 gon' shine homie 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 started out at fifteen, scared as
I took thirty off a pack and I them sell
As a youth, man I used to hustle for
With little duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the
Mama with me when she found my
I look back on life and think God I
We the best on the planet so forget the

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

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Buck)]
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 no where so you can get to know me