Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

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

Got too racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
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 hate 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 hate all in your soul, do nothin' 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 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 wanted no war with us
Niggas ain't did fly with us
Bitch my notorious
Bet you can't come close to
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 wanna hide it
you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I'm this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I 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 racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
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 inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
Got too many racks on me, 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

2]
You in them cuts 'cause your 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 block an' get in it
You hit block an' get in it
You used to glorify life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took life, nigga
You see how think about you?
Now, you on the pavement
Nigga, from your backside
'Boutta take a long
Pour out for you
some Hennessey 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 style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do 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 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