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 you the type of shit they say about me

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, you die
Hope you catch the stroke and know why
I'mma stay connected the wifi
Need her like a sixty-four gig iPod pussy
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 to see me with it
Nigga ya
Don't my trigger smart niggas go dumb-dumb
Yeah, yeah,
Take me where hoes at, Adderall and Prozac
I'm so fuckin' focused in this bitch I just can't hold
'em bring that money bag, beast mode, running back
Big Tymer, Ferragamo, where you at?
All I do is get it, dude you get it
You be in your too, my dude you're so pathetic
You got too sugar in your blood, diabetic
You sick, you got the hate and I ain't tryna get it, no
Mixin' and Ciroc
I need a name for it, it Chris Rock
I'm in motherfucker lookin' like a pile 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 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

Nigga got your old girl dappin' with the whole
me, just 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 though and I ain't tryna tell it
Now it's on, now you're out with dime rock Betty
And Betty she don't know no better, shoot up dope or whatever
Used to be my homie, now you're mad we don't roll together?
We're the nigga
And I give a fuck if they was real sisters
These niggas think 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
Hope you catch the stroke and know why
I'mma 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

You be hatin' on a like police nigga
You be barkin', you ain't but a Maltese nigga
these sharks out, we'll see you they'll be your teeth nigga
It's Tune and we got Mannie on the beat nigga
You nigga, yeah
You don't to see me with a dime out
You want to say that I couldn't afford shit
You even have a watch to tell the time now
And I got 20 in my Rolex
Nigga lean it, nigga rock with it
That's some double cup with Ciroc with it
Nigga with it, nigga rock with it
We got on the beat, bop-bop-bop with 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 go through shit so I don't root 'em out

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, you die
Hope you the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected 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 at it daddy
Stunna man, you know there's always that one that'll
you put a choppa in his face, you dig?
Fresh you're a fool it