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

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

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

me? Do I floss? Yes
Sometimes I hit the so damn hard I start hatin' myself
It's bad, I your 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 chips, you know 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 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

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'
While 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 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 these
Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel shit
And you can tell any one of your
You find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toys

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

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

If you're sick of artists, it's the end
And hearing artists, it's the end, you what?
(You got in your 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, the way they do man
Let me explain something to ya'll me man
Why ya'll think I was the first rap nigga on MTV

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

We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal, pourin' Belvedere on
We give a fuck, man
A of fact I wish I could smack the shit
Out of one ya'll niggas now with some money

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

If you're sick of seeing niggas pop
And talkin' 'bout chips, you know what?
(You got in your 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 hearing artists, the end, you know 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

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

Bitch!