Luyện nghe bài hát Hate

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

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, you die
Hope you catch the stroke and know 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

When I get this money kill 'em
Twenty twenty to niggas who ain't want to see me with it
Nigga ya
Don't make my trigger niggas go dumb-dumb
Yeah, yeah,
Take me where these hoes at, Adderall and
I'm so fuckin' focused in this bitch I just can't hold
Tell 'em bring 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 dude you're so
You got too much in your blood, diabetic
You sick, you got the hate and I ain't tryna get it, no
Cristal and Ciroc
I need a name for it, call it Rock
I'm in this motherfucker lookin' a pile of some guap
make 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
stay connected like 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

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

They say fuck you nigga, you nigga, hope you die
you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the
her like 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 these sharks out, we'll see you they'll be your teeth
It's Tune and Juvie we got on the beat nigga
You M-A-D nigga,
You don't want to see me a dime out
You want 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, nigga rock 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 niggas out
And I got homies 'round that I got for
But niggas go through shit so I don't 'em out

say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and 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 know there's always one that'll hate
'Til you put a choppa in his face, you
Fresh a fool with it