Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

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

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 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 many racks on me, can't fit in my
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 your soul, you can't do about it

1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the
A couple years ago, selling in Mexico
Was a starter, good
Now I up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
Yeah, rollin' that dank up
Niggas ain't never wanted no war us
Niggas ain't never did fly us
Bitch my clique
Bet you can't come close to
I sit in the of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I'm still serving 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' this personal nigga like
I do I want, I go fuck 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 and Prada

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

2]
You in them cuts 'cause that's hiding ritual
You at your house, you posted 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 block an' get in it
You used to glorify life, nigga
Yeah, niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas about you?
Now, you on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin' from your
'Boutta a long vacation
Pour out for you
some Hennessey for you
I know that's your drink, nigga
(I know your favourite 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 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 many racks on me, can't fit in my
Got too much style on me, can't fuck no stylist
You got that hate all in soul, can't do nothin' about it
You done sold your soul, you can't do about it