Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Blood

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

Listen, I know 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 with no top reach 220 on the dash

I'm so hot in everybody's hood with other niggas'
I'm throwin' paper at bitches, screamin' So So
Now every spot I hit, I'm hearing shit
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 blurry my vision
On where I'm and how I'm living, ya know?
I got a daughter now, age three
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 myself
It's bad, I your pain dawg
But the only thing I'm about to 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 sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in blood)

If you're sick of seeing artists, 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

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 hate dyin' but 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 kitchen, you can see what's under my sink
And I do shit just to do it, too money to think
So you can hate all you want, I'mma still be

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

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

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 hearing niggas talk sittin' 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 know
(You got hate in blood)
Listen, I know you want me
I hear you plottin', I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, on

Somebody 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, motherfucker
Ya'll think stop, fuck naw
I'mma ridin' down the block with my hat bent
In the black bent, with them dubs on that

We gon' still be in the poppin' Cristal, pourin' Belvedere on bitches
We give 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 what I'm saying
'Cause niggas just hate, hate, hate
Well, ya'll gonna to just keep hatin' motherfuckers

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

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

Bitch!