Luyện nghe bài hát Hate

(Aye, aye, Fresh, Man, we back at it daddy)
Them 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 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

I get this money I'mma kill 'em
Twenty twenty to niggas who ain't want to see me with it
fuck ya
Don't make my trigger smart niggas go
Yeah, yeah,
Take me where these at, Adderall and Prozac
I'm so focused in this bitch I just can't hold back
Tell 'em bring that money bag, beast mode, back
Big Tymer, Ferragamo, where 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 your blood,
You sick, you got the hate disease and I ain't get it, no
Mixin' Cristal and
I need a name for it, it Chris Rock
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
Hope you the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma connected 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

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 open AM to the PM
But that's another story though and I tryna tell it
Now it's on, now you're hangin' out dime 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 they was sisters
These niggas they on, hit the kill switches
comin' 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 connected 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 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 Juvie we got on the beat nigga
You M-A-D nigga,
You don't to see me with a dime out
You don't want to say that I couldn't afford
You don't 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 with it
Nigga lean with it, nigga rock it
We got Mannie on the beat, with it
Shots fired, ran up in Juvie house
That's far sober enough to niggas spookin' out
And I got homies that I got love for
But niggas go shit so I don't root 'em out

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, you die
Hope you catch the stroke and 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 know always that one that'll hate
'Til you put a in his face, you dig?
Fresh you're a fool it