🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Born Alone, Die Alone - 50 Cent

 Born Alone,  Alone
 50 Cent
 
 Chorus-
 I came in this  by myself (uh huh)
  i don't need no friends (nope)
 I rather  it this way (yeah)
 It's ok, it's ok (it's  nigga)
 You motherfuckers gon'  me (yeah)
 Cuz i can take  off here today
 I rather have it that way  huh)
 It's ok, it's  (whooooo)
 
 Verse-
 Uh..
 I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly  at the camera
 too many niggaz  dyin', i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah)
 a  grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face
  million plus in the bank, will scuffed in the paint (Oh!)
 you handcuffin' that bitch, she  wanna be with you
 all she  is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh)
 stick the heaters through, so we can  good
 rare son will beat it through,  it out in Hollywood
 the Boywonder  unravel your team
 i'm TRL next to Avril  all my carrots are green (uh)
 the booda is purple (uh) we rule  i hurt you (uh)
 you movin' in circles, we do it  movies, commercials (God Damn!)
 stadiums, clubs, ladies  thugs, hood and the 'burbs
 i'm on the  carpet cuz i'm good with my words
 i'm ready  war, i'm stackin' my chips
 you flappin' your lips, you  ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!)
 
 Chorus-
  came in this world by myself (uh huh)
 So  don't need no friends (nope)
 I rather have it  way
 It's  it's ok (it's ok nigga)
 You motherfuckers gon'  me (geah)
 Cuz i can take you off here 
 I rather have it  way (uh huh)
 It's ok,  ok (Ghea!)
 
 Verse-
 Keep your circle official, watch them niggaz thats  you (why)
 outsiders'll get you,  shit in your tissue (sue)
 all i need is my figures, i aint  no hoes (uh)
 ridin' roudn  my niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro
 Fiddy made me a star, now they know who  are
  top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha)
 income is my chain. stash box is my watch 
 you fairly new in the game, i ain't passin' the rock (na 
 all i been sensin' is hate,  since i been straight
 cuz they  in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha)
 and i'm strappin' the nine, in case they  combine
  up on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in line
 keep  eye on your money, stop eyeballin' mine
 drop sumthin' every  flop all of the time
 stop makin'  records, i ain't answerin' shit
 why don't you get off my dick... 
 
 Chorus-
 I came in this  by myself
 So  don't need no friends (uh huh)
 I rather have it this  (uh)
 It's ok, it's ok  ok nigga)
 You motherfuckers gon'  me
 Cuz  can take you off here today (uh huh)
 I rather  it that way
  ok, it's ok
 
 Outro-
 It's  nigga..
  don't need no friends..
 I got  Hahaha
 G-UNit...!!!