دانلود آهنگ The Game - Hate It Or Love It Ft. 50Cent

۱ بازدیدشنبه ۱۱ آذر ۱۴۰۲ - 0۳:۲۶

Vito Gunner

Yeah, let's take 'em back, uh-huh

Coming up I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, probably out committin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "check, check out my melody" I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope for a four finger ring One of them gold ropes Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Hate It or Love It, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate It or Love It, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me

On the grill of my lowrider Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires I'll fo'-five 'em Kill a nigga on my song and really do it That's the true meaning of a ghostwriter Ten G's will take your daughter out her Air Forces Believe you me, homie, I know all about losses I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious One phone call'll have your body dumped in Marcy I stay strapped, like car seats Been bangin' since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys That's ten years, I told Pooh in ninety-five I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride and if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died Now I'm going back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?

From the beginning to the end Losers lose, winners win This is real, we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game

Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense My mom's happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz Waiting on Sha Money to land, sitting in the Range Thinking how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes When there's kids starvin' Pac is gone and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage I wanna know what's going on, like I hear Marvin No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted, I think What if Marie Baker got that abortion? I love you, ma