Luyện nghe bài hát Hate

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

They say you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you the stroke and nobody know why
stay connected like the wifi
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

When I get this money I'mma 'em
Twenty twenty vision to niggas who ain't want to see me it
fuck ya
Don't make my trigger niggas go dumb-dumb
Yeah, yeah,
Take me where these at, Adderall and Prozac
I'm so fuckin' focused in this bitch I can't hold back
Tell 'em bring that money bag, beast mode, running
Big Tymer, Ferragamo, where you at?
All I do is get it, you never get it
You be in your feelin's too, my you're so pathetic
You got too sugar 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, call it Rock
I'm in this motherfucker lookin' 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
you catch the stroke 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

Nigga got old girl dappin' with the whole world
Trust me, me, referee and blow girl
that boy BM, hit me in the DM
Bust that pussy wide open AM to the PM
But another story though and I ain't tryna tell it
Now on, now you're hangin' out with dime rock Betty
And Betty she don't know no better, up dope or smoke whatever
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
These niggas they on, hit the kill switches
Money comin' bitch, my palms and my itchin', yeah yeah

They say you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the stroke and know why
I'mma stay connected like the
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

You be hatin' on a nigga police 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 don't want to see me with a out
You don't want to say that I afford shit
You don't even have a watch to the time now
And I got 20 karats in my
Nigga with it, nigga rock with it
That's some lean double cup with Ciroc it
lean with it, nigga rock with it
We got Mannie on the beat, with it
fired, somebody ran up in Juvie house
That's far sober enough to have 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, you nigga, hope you die
Hope you the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma connected like the wifi
Need her like a 64 gig iPod pussy
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,

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