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

 Born Alone, Die 
 50 Cent
 
 Chorus-
 I came in this world by myself (uh 
 So i don't  no friends (nope)
  rather have it this way (yeah)
 It's ok, it's ok  ok nigga)
 You motherfuckers  respect me (yeah)
 Cuz i can  you off here today
 I rather have it  way (uh huh)
 It's  it's ok (whooooo)
 
 Verse-
 Uh..
 I'm on the prowl  the hammer, hardly smile at the camera
 too many niggaz is dyin',  spendin' time with my grandma (geah)
 a hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your 
 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, my lil' nigga beat it  (uh huh)
 stick the heaters through, so  can party good
 rare son will beat it through, brawl it  in Hollywood
 the Boywonder will unravel  team
 i'm TRL next  Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh)
 the booda is purple (uh) we rule and i  you (uh)
 you movin' in circles, we  it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!)
 stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs,  and the 'burbs
 i'm on the red  cuz i'm good with my words
 i'm ready for war, i'm stackin'  chips
  flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!)
 
 Chorus-
 I came in this world by myself (uh 
 So i don't need  friends (nope)
 I rather have it  way
 It's ok, it's ok (it's ok 
 You  gon' respect me (geah)
 Cuz i can take you off  today
 I rather have it that  (uh huh)
 It's ok, it's  (Ghea!)
 
 Verse-
 Keep your circle  watch them niggaz thats 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,  condo is my car (Ha)
 income is  chain. stash box is my watch (huh)
 you  new in the game, i ain't passin' the rock (na uh)
 all i been sensin' is hate,  since i been straight
 cuz they  in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha)
 and i'm strappin' the nine, in case they  combine
 gather  on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in line
 keep your eye on your money, stop  mine
 drop sumthin'  year, flop all of the time
 stop makin' your  i ain't answerin' shit
 why don't you get  my dick... Bitch!
 
 Chorus-
 I came in this  by myself
 So i don't  no friends (uh huh)
 I rather have it this  (uh)
 It's ok,  ok (it's ok nigga)
 You  gon' respect me
 Cuz i can  you off here today (uh huh)
 I  have it that way
 It's  it's ok
 
 Outro-
 It's ok 
  don't need no friends..
 I got money.. 
 G-UNit...!!!