Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

Tried to tell niggas think outside the box
If young Metro trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no
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, fuck with 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

1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the
A years 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
ain't never wanted no war with 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 whip this
Got a bankroll like I'm still serving that fish
I did a girl in private, she don't wanna it
Before you your mamma, you need to run it by me
I'm takin' this personal nigga Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you I came and conquered
I put the hustle in of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you I hop out at any time
And I'm in and Prada

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

2]
You in them cuts 'cause that's hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you 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 block an' get in it
You to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life,
You see how think about you?
Now, you layin' on the
Nigga, bleedin' your backside
'Boutta take a vacation
Pour out for you
Pour Hennessey for you
I know that's favourite drink, nigga
(I know your favourite drink)

Got too many racks on me, 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 hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
Got too many on me, can't fit in my wallet
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 about it