Luyện nghe bài hát Hate

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

say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the
Need her like a gig iPod pussy nigga
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 go dumb-dumb
Yeah, yeah,
Take me where these hoes at, and Prozac
I'm so fuckin' focused in this I just can't hold back
Tell 'em bring money bag, beast mode, running back
Big Tymer, Ferragamo, where you at?
All I do is get it, you never get it
You be in your feelin's too, my dude so pathetic
You got too sugar in your blood, diabetic
You sick, you got the disease and I ain't tryna get it, no
Mixin' and Ciroc
I a name for it, call it Chris Rock
I'm in this motherfucker lookin' like a pile of some
Come make a for yourself and pussy pop, pussy pop

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

Nigga got your old girl dappin' with the whole
Trust me, just me, and blow girl
that boy BM, hit me in the DM
Bust that fuckin' 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 know no better, shoot up or smoke whatever
Used to be my homie, now you're mad 'cause we don't together?
We're the real
And I give a fuck if they was real sisters
These niggas think on, hit the kill switches
Money comin' bitch, my palms and my heels itchin', yeah

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

You be hatin' on a nigga police nigga
You be barkin', you ain't nothing but a nigga
these sharks out, we'll see you they'll be your teeth nigga
It's and Juvie we got Mannie on the beat nigga
You nigga, yeah
You want to see me with a dime out
You want 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, nigga rock it
That's some lean double cup Ciroc with it
Nigga lean with it, nigga with it
We got Mannie on the beat, bop-bop-bop it
Shots fired, somebody ran up in Juvie
That's far sober enough to have niggas out
And I got homies 'round that I got for
But niggas go through so I don't root 'em out

They say fuck you nigga, you nigga, hope you die
Hope you 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' on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

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