Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Blood

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

Listen, I ya'll niggas want 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 with other hoes
I'm throwin' at them 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 niggas blurry my vision
On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya
I got a daughter now, young age
If her daddy don't shine, then my won't eat

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

If you're of seeing niggas pop Cris
And talkin' 'bout stacking chips, you what?
(You got hate in blood)
Sick of 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 what?
(You got in your blood)
Listen, I know you niggas me
I hear you plottin', I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, on

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

A real thug keep the gun under the mink
I got a glass kitchen, you can see what's my sink
And I do shit 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, the architect, he built these hits
Ryder's, So So Def, feel this shit
And you can tell any one of your
You might find 'em in a near you and any one of his toys

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

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 hate in blood)

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

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

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

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

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

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 niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(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 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)
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, the end, you know 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

Bitch!