Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Me Some More

Well my trap house be bucking hard all the
Money sticking out my pockets a porcupine
I hope this cocaina cross the
I made a million dollars just with this lil fork of
I'm in the kitchen whippin deuces up half the time
The other the time I'm busy somewhere on the grind
give a fuck about what they say, my nigga: crime pays
Gucci! Twenty thousand in singles but I it
I used to have a top but I lost it
I used to a conscience but I lost it
I boss so hard that I'm exhauseted! Gucci!
Hate me some more!
I love it you hate me
It make my money
Where my money? I think on that new shit
On my fucking block I ain't gotta prove shit
Every time you see me, you know I'm new shit
I got a new off of a new bitch
Shit I do this, you know what the is
Bitch like me cause I'm
The is bummy, no money, she is useless
I got them fuckin choppers really go through shit
up, I'm way better than the average
In my city, I ain't but a savage
So many cars, garage like traffic
When I pull my whips out, you I'm causing damage
I'm a quarterback, I take a out
And but a quarter back and help that
It's that ice check I rob my chain
When the girls see me, catch a attack
Told her scrubbin, that's a well-known
? what you know that?
Kill the ho, where hoes at?
Nigga, with me, now how smart was that?
I'm in like a curfew
Like you old news
In the studio with chrome
No engineers, no?
I walk around with toilet tissue
Til the end time