Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

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

Got too many racks on me, fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can't fuck 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 racks on me, can't fit in my 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 done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' it

1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the
A couple years ago, selling blow in
Was a starter, something
Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my
Yeah, just that dank up
Niggas ain't wanted no war with us
ain't never did fly with us
Bitch my notorious
Bet you come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like
Got a bankroll like I'm 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 takin' personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and
I put the hustle in front of me, you a nigga a monster
You know a piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in Chanel and

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

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

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