Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Blood

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

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

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

It's fucked up but I, but I can't let these niggas 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

me? Do I floss? Yes
Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin'
It's bad, I your pain dawg
But the thing 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 hate in blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas talk about on dubs
(You got in your blood)

If you're of seeing artists, it's the end
And hearing artists, it's the end, you 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

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

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

Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich, the architect, he built these hits
Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this
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 eight in mug
So cock sucker it and love, uh

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

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

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

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

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

If sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
And talkin' 'bout chips, you know what?
(You got in your 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 artists, it's the end, you know what?
(You got in your blood)
Listen, I know you want me
I hear you niggas plottin', I see you niggas
But I ain't stoppin, on

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

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

Bitch!