Luyện nghe bài hát Hate

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

say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you the stroke and nobody know why
stay 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 money I'mma 'em
Twenty twenty vision to niggas who ain't want to see me it
fuck ya
Don't my trigger smart niggas go dumb-dumb
Yeah, yeah,
Take me where these hoes at, Adderall and
I'm so fuckin' focused in this bitch I can't hold back
Tell 'em that 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 you're so pathetic
You got too much in your blood, diabetic
You sick, you got the hate disease and I tryna get it, no
Mixin' Cristal and
I need a name for it, call it Chris
I'm in this motherfucker like a pile of some guap
Come make a name for and pussy pop, pussy pop

They say you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and nobody why
I'mma stay 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,

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

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

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

They say fuck you nigga, you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and know why
stay connected 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 always one that'll hate
you put a choppa in his face, you dig?
Fresh you're a with it