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

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