Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

Tried to them niggas 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 much style on me, can't fuck with no
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' it
You got that hate inside your soul, you do nothin' about it
Got too racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, 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 years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, good
Now I up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
Yeah, just rollin' that up
Niggas never wanted no war with us
Niggas never did fly with us
Bitch my notorious
Bet you can't come close to
I sit in the back of the like this
Got a bankroll I'm still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she wanna hide it
Before you your mamma, you need to run it by me
I'm takin' this personal nigga Monica
I do what I want, I go up some commas
I keep a on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you a nigga a monster
You know a piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in and Prada

Got too many racks on me, fit in the 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 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 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 'cause your hiding ritual
You at your house, you posted up
You put that on IG
You ready to let it go to make 'em how to it
You hit your an' get in it
You hit that an' get in it
You used to glorify life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life,
You see how niggas think about
Now, you on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin' your backside
take a long vacation
Pour out for you
some Hennessey for you
I know that's your favourite drink,
(I know that's your drink)

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