Luyện nghe bài hát Hate

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

say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you the stroke and nobody 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 money kill 'em
Twenty twenty vision to niggas who ain't want to see me it
Nigga ya
make my trigger smart niggas 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 that money bag, beast mode, running back
Big Tymer, Ferragamo, Juvinino you at?
All I do is get it, you never get it
You be in your feelin's too, my dude you're so
You got too sugar in your blood, diabetic
You sick, you got the hate disease and I ain't get it, no
Cristal and Ciroc
I a name for it, call it Chris Rock
I'm in this motherfucker like a pile of some guap
Come make a name for and pussy pop, pussy pop

say fuck 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 gig iPod pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,

Nigga got your old girl with the whole world
me, just me, referee and blow girl
That's boy BM, hit me in the DM
Bust that pussy wide open 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 with rock Betty
And she don't know no better, shoot up dope or smoke whatever
Used to be my homie, now you're mad 'cause we roll together?
We're the real
And I give a fuck if they was real sisters
These niggas think 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
Hope you catch the and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the
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
When sharks out, we'll see you they'll be your teeth nigga
It's and Juvie we got Mannie on the beat nigga
You M-A-D nigga,
You don't to see me with a dime out
You don't 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 it, nigga rock with it
That's some lean cup with Ciroc with it
Nigga lean with it, nigga rock it
We got Mannie on the beat, bop-bop-bop it
fired, somebody ran up in Juvie house
That's far sober enough to niggas 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 stroke and nobody why
stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a 64 gig iPod 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 hate
'Til you put a choppa in his face, you
you're a fool with it