Luyện nghe bài hát Hate

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

They say you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and know why
I'mma stay connected like the
Need her a sixty-four 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 twenty vision to who ain't want to see me with it
Nigga ya
Don't make my trigger smart go dumb-dumb
Yeah, yeah,
Take me these hoes at, Adderall and Prozac
I'm so focused in this bitch I just can't hold back
Tell 'em bring that money bag, 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 you're so
You got too much sugar in blood, diabetic
You sick, you got the hate and I ain't tryna 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 make a name for yourself and pussy pop, pop

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

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

They say you nigga, hate 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 iPod 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
When these sharks out, we'll see you they'll be your teeth
It's Tune and Juvie we got Mannie on the nigga
You M-A-D nigga,
You don't want to see me with a out
You don't to say that I couldn't afford shit
You don't have a watch to tell the time now
And I got 20 karats in my
Nigga lean with it, rock with it
That's some lean double cup with Ciroc it
Nigga lean with it, rock 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 spookin' out
And I got homies 'round I got love for
But go through shit so I don't root 'em out

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