Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

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

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

1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the
A couple ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something
Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my
Yeah, just rollin' dank up
Niggas ain't never no war with us
Niggas ain't never did fly us
my clique notorious
Bet you can't come to this
I sit in the back of the like this
Got a bankroll I'm still serving that fish scale
I did a in private, she don't wanna hide it
you tell 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 know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any
And I'm in and Prada

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

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

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