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

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