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 of shit they say about me

They say fuck you nigga, you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the and nobody know why
I'mma connected like the wifi
Need her like a sixty-four gig iPod nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' head on and) hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,

I get this money I'mma 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 bitch I just can't back
Tell 'em bring that money bag, beast mode, 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 so pathetic
You got too much in your blood, diabetic
You sick, you got the hate disease and I tryna get it, no
Mixin' Cristal and
I need a name for it, it Chris Rock
I'm in this motherfucker lookin' like a of some guap
Come make a name for yourself and pop, pussy pop

They say fuck you nigga, you nigga, hope you die
you catch 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' on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

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

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, you die
you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the
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 like police
You be barkin', you ain't but a Maltese nigga
When these sharks out, we'll see you they'll be teeth nigga
Tune and Juvie we got Mannie 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 even have a to tell the time now
And I got 20 in my Rolex
Nigga lean with it, nigga rock it
That's some lean double cup Ciroc with it
Nigga lean with it, rock with 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 through so I don't root 'em out

say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you the stroke and nobody know why
stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a 64 gig iPod 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
Fresh you're a fool it