Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Blood

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

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

I'm so hot in everybody's with other niggas' hoes
I'm paper at them bitches, screamin' So So
Now every spot I hit, I'm hearing different
About homies that want me that with me when I started this

fucked 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, young age
If her don't shine, then my shorty won't eat

Feel me? Do I Yes
I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' 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 talkin' stacking chips, you know what?
(You got hate in blood)
Sick of seeing and hearing niggas 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 niggas 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 got my hands shakin'
And everybody dyin' but most niggas die hatin'
While ya'll run to the bank, I run to the

A real keep the Tommy gun under the mink
I got a kitchen, you can see what's under my sink
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, JD's the architect, he built 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 know you got hate in your
Still dump eight in mug
So sucker 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)
of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in blood)

If sick of seeing 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 hear you niggas plottin', I see you lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, on

tell me why, man, somebody tell me why
Do niggas just hate, hate, hate the way do man
Let me explain to ya'll about me man
Why ya'll think I was the first rap nigga on MTV

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

We gon' still be in the 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 some money

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

If you're sick of seeing niggas pop
And talkin' 'bout chips, you know what?
(You got in your blood)
of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in 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 you niggas want me
I you niggas plottin', I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, on

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

If you're sick of 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 hear you niggas plottin', I see you lookin'
But I stoppin, it's on

Bitch!