Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

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

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, can't do nothin' it
You got that hate inside your soul, you 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, can't do nothin' 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, blow 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 never did fly with us
Bitch my clique
Bet you can't come close to
I sit in the back of the whip this
Got a bankroll like I'm serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don't hide it
you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I'm takin' this personal nigga Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up commas
I keep a on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a
You know a nigga piranha, you 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 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, 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 soul, you can't do nothin' about it

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

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, can't do nothin' 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 with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, do nothin' about it
You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' it