Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

Tried to them niggas think outside the box
If Metro don't trust 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 all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do about it
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my
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 done sold your soul, you do nothin' about it

1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the
A couple years ago, selling in Mexico
Was a starter, something
Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my
Yeah, just rollin' that up
Niggas ain't 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 of the whip like this
Got a like I'm still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don't wanna it
Before you tell your mamma, you to run it by me
I'm this personal nigga like Monica
I do I want, I go fuck up some commas
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 a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in Chanel and

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

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

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