Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

Tried to tell them niggas think the box
If young Metro don't you, I'm gon' shoot you

Got too many racks on me, fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do about it
You got that hate inside soul, you can't do nothin' about it
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my
Got too style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
You got hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' it

1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the
A couple ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, good
Now I up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
Yeah, just rollin' dank up
Niggas ain't never wanted no war us
Niggas ain't did fly with us
Bitch my notorious
Bet you can't come to this
I sit in the back of the like this
Got a bankroll like I'm still serving that scale
I did a girl in private, she wanna hide it
Before you your mamma, you need to run it by me
I'm this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and
I put the in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in and Prada

Got too many on me, can't fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can't fuck no stylist
You got hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
You got that hate your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
Got too racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can't with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, do nothin' about it
You done sold soul, you can't do nothin' about it

2]
You in cuts 'cause that's your hiding ritual
You at your house, you posted up
You put that on IG
You ready to let it go to 'em how to believe it
You hit block an' get in it
You hit block an' get in it
You used to this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took life, nigga
You see how niggas think about
Now, you layin' on the
Nigga, from your backside
take a long vacation
Pour out for you
Pour Hennessey for you
I that's your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that's your drink)

Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the
Got too much style on me, can't with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do about it
You got hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my
Got too much on me, can't fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do about it
You done sold your soul, you do nothin' about it