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

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

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

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

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

Papi had raw, then I bought him out, you know me, niggas
'em all, let God sort 'em out, rapid fire got my hands shakin'
And hate 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 glass kitchen, you can see under my sink
And I do shit just to do it, too much money to
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 tell any one of your
You might find 'em in a near you and any one of his toys

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

If you're sick of niggas pop Cris
And talkin' stacking chips, you know what?
(You got in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got in your 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 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 niggas hate, hate, hate the way they do man
Let me explain to ya'll about me man
Why ya'll I was the first rap nigga on MTV Cribs?

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

We gon' still be in the poppin' Cristal, pourin' Belvedere on bitches
We give 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 have to just keep hatin' motherfuckers

If you're sick of seeing 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 sick 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 lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, on

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

Bitch!