Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Blood

What? got hate in your blood
(This is up)
got hate in your blood
(This is up man)
Ya'll got hate in your

Listen, I know niggas want me
I ya'll niggas plottin', I see ya'll niggas lookin'
But I stoppin', I'm gone in something fast
Through the city no top that reach 220 on the dash

I'm so hot in everybody's hood with niggas' hoes
I'm throwin' paper at them bitches, So So
Now every spot I hit, I'm hearing different
About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started

fucked up but I, but I can't let these niggas blurry my vision
On where I'm and how I'm living, ya know?
I got a daughter now, young age
If her daddy don't shine, my shorty won't eat

Feel me? Do I Yes
Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I hatin' myself
It's bad, I your pain dawg
But the only thing I'm to change is the game, motherfucker!

If you're sick of seeing niggas pop
And talkin' stacking chips, you know what?
(You got hate in blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got in your blood)

If you're of seeing artists, it's the end
And hearing artists, the end, you know what?
(You got hate in blood)
Listen, I know you want me
I hear you plottin', I see you niggas lookin'
But I stoppin, it's on

Papi had raw, then I bought him out, you know me, niggas
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out, rapid fire got my hands
And hate dyin' but most niggas die hatin'
While ya'll run to the bank, I run to the

A real thug keep the gun under the mink
I got a glass kitchen, you can see what's under my
And I do just to do it, too much money to think
So you can hate all you want, I'mma still be

Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich, the architect, he built these hits
Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this
And you can any one of your boys
You might find 'em in a near you and any one of his toys

'Cause I you got hate in your blood
Still dump in your mug
So cock take it and love, uh

If you're sick of seeing pop Cris
And talkin' 'bout stacking chips, you what?
(You got in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in blood)

If you're sick of artists, it's the end
And hearing artists, it's the end, you what?
(You got in your blood)
Listen, I know you niggas me
I hear you plottin', I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, on

Somebody tell me why, man, tell me why
Do just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
Let me something to ya'll about me man
Why think I was the first rap nigga on MTV Cribs?

'Cause I'm a young, fly, motherfucker
Ya'll I'mma stop, fuck naw
I'mma ridin' down the block with my hat bent
In the black bent, with them dubs on that

We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal, pourin' on bitches
We don't a fuck, man
A matter of fact I wish I could smack the
Out of one ya'll niggas right now some money

But you know what I'm
'Cause ya'll just hate, hate, hate
Well, ya'll gonna to just keep hatin' motherfuckers

If you're sick of seeing pop Cris
And talkin' 'bout stacking chips, you what?
(You got in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas talk about on dubs
(You got in your blood)

If you're sick of artists, it's the end
And hearing artists, it's the end, you what?
(You got in your blood)
Listen, I know you niggas me
I hear you niggas plottin', I see you lookin'
But I stoppin, it's on

If you're sick of seeing niggas pop
And talkin' 'bout stacking chips, you what?
(You got hate in blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas talk about on dubs
(You got hate in blood)

If you're sick of artists, it's the end
And hearing artists, it's the end, you know
(You got hate in blood)
Listen, I you niggas want me
I you niggas plottin', I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, on

Bitch!