Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

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

Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the
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 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 soul, can't do nothin' about it
You done sold soul, you can't do nothin' about it

1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the
A years 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 never wanted no war with us
ain't never did fly with us
Bitch my clique
Bet you can't come to this
I sit in the back of the whip like
Got a bankroll like I'm still serving fish scale
I did a girl in private, she wanna hide it
Before you tell mamma, you need to run it by me
I'm takin' this personal like Monica
I do what I want, I go up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a a monster
You a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in Chanel and

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

2]
You in them cuts 'cause that's your 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 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 on the pavement
Nigga, from your backside
'Boutta take a vacation
out Hennessey for you
Pour Hennessey for you
I know that's your favourite drink,
(I know that's favourite drink)

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