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

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