Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

Tried to tell them think 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 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, 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 about it
You sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it

1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the
A couple ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, good
Now I up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
Yeah, just that dank up
Niggas never wanted no war with us
Niggas never did fly with us
Bitch my clique
Bet you come close to this
I sit in the back of the like this
Got a bankroll like I'm serving that fish scale
I did a in private, she don't wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you to run it by me
I'm takin' this personal nigga like
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 in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you I hop out at any time
And I'm in Chanel and

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

2]
You in them cuts that's your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you up
You put chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make 'em how to it
You hit your an' get in it
You hit block an' get in it
You used to glorify life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas your life, nigga
You see how niggas think you?
Now, you on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin' from your
take a long vacation
Pour out for you
Pour some for you
I know that's favourite drink, nigga
(I know your favourite drink)

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