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

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