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 of shit they say about me

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 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 vision to niggas who ain't to see me with it
Nigga ya
Don't make my trigger smart go dumb-dumb
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 bag, beast 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 you're 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 for it, call it Chris Rock
I'm in this lookin' like a pile of some guap
Come make a name for and pussy pop, pussy pop

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 a sixty-four 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 dappin' the whole world
Trust me, me, referee and blow girl
That's boy BM, hit me in the DM
Bust that fuckin' pussy wide 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 rock
And Betty she don't know no better, shoot up dope or smoke
Used to be my homie, now mad 'cause we don't roll together?
We're the real
And I don't give a fuck if they was sisters
niggas think they on, hit the kill switches
Money bitch, my palms and my heels itchin', yeah yeah

They say you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay like the wifi
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 like nigga
You be barkin', you nothing but a Maltese nigga
When these out, we'll see you they'll be your teeth nigga
It's Tune and Juvie we got Mannie on the nigga
You M-A-D nigga,
You want to see me with a dime out
You don't want to say that I afford shit
You even have a watch to tell the time now
And I got 20 in my Rolex
Nigga lean with it, nigga rock it
That's some lean cup with Ciroc with it
Nigga lean with it, nigga rock it
We got Mannie on the beat, with it
Shots fired, somebody ran up in Juvie
far sober enough to have niggas spookin' out
And I got homies 'round that I got 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 connected like the wifi
Need her like a 64 gig pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,

Yeah, yeah, we at it daddy
Stunna man, you know there's always one that'll hate
'Til you put a choppa in his face, you
Fresh you're a with it