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 stroke and nobody why
I'mma stay like the wifi
Need her like a gig iPod pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' on and) hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

When I get money I'mma kill 'em
Twenty twenty vision to niggas who want to see me with it
fuck ya
Don't my trigger smart niggas go dumb-dumb
Yeah, yeah,
me where these hoes at, Adderall and Prozac
I'm so fuckin' focused in this I just can't hold back
Tell 'em bring that money bag, beast mode, 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 sugar in 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, call it Chris
I'm in this motherfucker like a pile of some guap
Come a name for yourself and pussy pop, pussy pop

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, you die
you catch 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

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 story though 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, shoot up dope or whatever
Used to be my homie, now mad 'cause we don't roll together?
the real nigga
And I give a fuck if they was real sisters
These think they on, hit the kill switches
comin' bitch, my palms and my heels itchin', yeah yeah

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, you die
you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay like 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 nigga police nigga
You be barkin', you ain't but a Maltese nigga
When these sharks out, we'll see you be your teeth nigga
It's Tune and we got Mannie on the beat nigga
You M-A-D nigga,
You don't want to see me with a out
You don't want to say that I afford shit
You even have a watch to tell the time 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 lean with it, nigga with it
We got Mannie on the beat, bop-bop-bop it
fired, somebody ran up in Juvie house
That's far sober enough to have spookin' out
And I got homies 'round I got love for
But niggas go through shit so I root 'em out

say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the and nobody know why
I'mma 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 back at it
Stunna man, you know there's always that one that'll
'Til you put a choppa in his face, you
Fresh you're a with it