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

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