Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Blood

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

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

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

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

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

If you're sick of seeing niggas pop
And talkin' 'bout stacking chips, you know
(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 of seeing artists, it's the end
And artists, it's the end, you know what?
(You got hate in 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 bought him out, you me, fuck niggas
Kill 'em all, let God 'em out, rapid fire got my hands shakin'
And hate 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 just to do it, too much money to
So you can hate all you want, I'mma be 'Kiss

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

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

If you're sick of niggas pop Cris
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 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 know you niggas me
I hear you niggas plottin', I see you niggas
But I ain't stoppin, on

tell me why, man, somebody tell me why
Do niggas just 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, flashy
Ya'll I'mma 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 Cristal, pourin' Belvedere on bitches
We give a fuck, man
A matter of fact I I could smack the shit
Out of one ya'll niggas right now with some

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

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 about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in 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 want me
I hear you niggas plottin', I see you niggas
But I stoppin, it's on

If sick 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 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 know
(You got in your blood)
Listen, I know you want me
I hear you niggas plottin', I see you niggas
But I stoppin, it's on

Bitch!