Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Blood

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

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

I'm so hot in hood with other niggas' hoes
I'm throwin' paper at 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 and how I'm living, ya know?
I got a daughter now, age three
If her daddy shine, then my shorty won't eat

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

If sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
And 'bout stacking chips, you know what?
(You got in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas talk about sittin' on
(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 in your blood)
Listen, I you niggas want me
I hear you plottin', I see you niggas lookin'
But I stoppin, it's on

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

A thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink
I got a glass kitchen, you can see under my sink
And I do shit just to do it, too much money to
So you can hate all you want, still be 'Kiss

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

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

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

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

Somebody tell me why, man, somebody me why
Do niggas hate, hate, hate the way they do man
Let me explain 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 think I'mma stop, naw
I'mma keep ridin' down the with my hat bent
In the bent, with them dubs 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 with money

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

If you're sick of seeing pop Cris
And talkin' stacking chips, you know what?
(You got in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas 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 lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, on

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

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

Bitch!