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 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 inside your 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 that all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
You done your soul, you can't do nothin' about it

1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the
A couple years ago, selling blow in
Was a starter, good
Now I up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
Yeah, rollin' that dank up
Niggas never wanted no war with us
Niggas never did fly with us
my clique 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 fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don't hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you to run it by me
I'm takin' this nigga like Monica
I do I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in of me, you know a nigga a monster
You a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in and Prada

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

2]
You in them cuts that's your hiding ritual
You at grandma 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 this life, nigga
Yeah, niggas took your life, nigga
You see how think about you?
Now, you on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin' from your
'Boutta take a vacation
Pour out for you
Pour Hennessey for you
I know that's your drink, nigga
(I know that's your drink)

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