Luyện nghe bài hát Hate

(Aye, aye, Fresh, Stunna Man, we at it daddy)
niggas be hatin' on me man
(two-thousand-sixteen, shine, stuntin' on 'em)
Let me tell you the type of shit they say me

They say you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the and nobody know why
I'mma connected like the wifi
Need her like a sixty-four gig iPod pussy
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' head on and) hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,

When I get this I'mma kill 'em
twenty vision to niggas who ain't want to see me with it
Nigga ya
Don't make my trigger smart niggas go
Yeah, yeah,
Take me where these hoes at, Adderall and
I'm so fuckin' focused in this bitch I just can't hold
Tell 'em bring money bag, beast mode, running back
Big Tymer, Ferragamo, Juvinino you at?
All I do is get it, dude you get it
You be in your feelin's too, my dude so pathetic
You got too much in your blood, diabetic
You sick, you got the hate disease and I ain't get it, no
Mixin' and Ciroc
I need a name for it, it Chris Rock
I'm in this motherfucker lookin' like a pile of guap
Come a name for yourself and pussy pop, pussy pop

say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and know why
I'mma stay connected the wifi
her like a sixty-four gig iPod pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,

Nigga got your old dappin' with the whole world
Trust me, just me, and blow girl
That's boy BM, hit me in the DM
that fuckin' pussy wide open AM to the PM
But another story though and I ain't tryna tell it
Now it's on, now you're hangin' out with dime rock
And Betty she don't no better, shoot up dope or smoke whatever
Used to be my homie, now you're mad 'cause we don't roll
the real nigga
And I don't give a fuck if they was sisters
These niggas they on, hit the kill switches
Money bitch, my palms and my heels itchin', yeah yeah

They say fuck you nigga, you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and know why
I'mma stay connected the wifi
Need her like a sixty-four gig pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

You be hatin' on a like police nigga
You be barkin', you ain't nothing but a Maltese
When these out, we'll see you they'll be your teeth nigga
It's Tune and Juvie we got Mannie on the beat
You M-A-D nigga,
You want to see me with a dime out
You don't to say that I couldn't afford shit
You don't even a watch to tell the time now
And I got 20 in my Rolex
Nigga lean with it, rock with it
That's some double cup with Ciroc with it
Nigga lean it, nigga rock with it
We got Mannie on the beat, bop-bop-bop it
Shots fired, ran up in Juvie house
That's far enough to have niggas spookin' out
And I got homies 'round that I got for
But niggas go through shit so I root 'em out

They say fuck you nigga, you nigga, hope you die
you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay like the wifi
Need her a 64 gig iPod pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,

Yeah, yeah, we at it daddy
Stunna man, you know there's that one that'll hate
'Til you put a in his face, you dig?
Fresh you're a fool it