Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Blood

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

Listen, I know ya'll niggas me
I hear ya'll niggas plottin', I see ya'll niggas
But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone in something
Through the city no top that reach 220 on the dash

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

It's up but I, but I can't let these niggas blurry my vision
On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya
I got a daughter now, age three
If her don't shine, then my shorty won't eat

me? Do I floss? Yes
Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start myself
It's bad, I feel your dawg
But the only I'm about to change is the game, motherfucker!

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

If sick of seeing artists, it's the end
And artists, it's the end, you know what?
(You got hate in blood)
Listen, I know you niggas me
I hear you niggas plottin', I see you niggas
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, fire got my hands shakin'
And everybody hate dyin' but most niggas die
While run to the bank, I run to the brink

A real keep the Tommy 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, still be 'Kiss

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

I know you got hate in your blood
Still dump in your mug
So sucker take it and love, uh

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

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

Somebody me why, man, somebody tell me why
Do niggas just 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, flashy
think I'mma stop, fuck naw
I'mma keep ridin' down the block my hat bent
In the black bent, them dubs on that shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitch!