Luyện nghe bài hát Hate Me Too

[Chorus: Lucci
Bitch, If I was you I'd me too
Cause that I rock be new
On point when it to the jewels
When the light hit the rock, turn
If I was you, I hate me too (me too)
Everything a nigga ride be (skrrt)
I came down in the drop-top
If I was you, I hate me too

1: T@]
Pull up in the Porsche,
Tires skinny, but my fat
Hoes be like "Who is nigga?"
Boy Young Money T@
Young Delta, fly all day, day
If you got a plug, I can beat the rate
Maybe money, but them hoes I'd never
We eatin', money fast, we ain't sayin' Grace
200 in a mattress, fuck Chase
Lou got the Jesus piece with the pink
All black coupe, ain't got to do with race
If I ever go to trial, beat the case
I'ma beat pussy up, and I'ma fuck her face
Never-never gave a what a nigga say
money is something I'ma always do
Been fly, fly, no Jet Blue

[Chorus: Lou & T@]
Bitch, If I was you I would me too
Everything a ride be smooth (skrrt)
I came down in the coupe
If I was you, I hate me too
Bitch, If I was you I'd me too
Cause everything I rock be new
On when it come to the jewels
the light hit the rock, turn blue

[Verse 2: Lucci
I pull up in the 'Lac,
I'm sittin' low, but I'm as fuck
like "Who the fuck is that nigga?"
Lucci Lou, and he his bucks
Been gettin' since a lil nigga
Now I'm all grown up, but I get it
In this rap shit, man a livin'
If I said it I saw it, or a nigga did it

I see why hatin' on me
All they wanna date me
Bitch I'm a G, and boy I come straight out East
Yeah, that's the of the beast
New whip, cocaine, nigga
36 for the whole thing,
I drive around in hoe Range, nigga
married bitch is my new dame, nigga (hah!)

God damn, man
Who that is pulled up in the like that, man?
Lil Wayne!
Man, he still balling that, man?
I like that shit at all, man
Damn, look how the open!

[Verse 3: Lil
Uh-
The bando like a club, too
Bitch in the on her one's and two's
I feel like Tarzan on his jungle
I like a drug lord, a kingpin
You should down, kiss the ring then
Sit the drink down, pour the in
The I sit down, and dream a
Twinkle, Twinkle, Star
We got from here to Mars
Hit the kitchen, the floors
bitches dick of ours (yeah)
We got guns the bar
Shoot the club up, and the car
a blunt up and find remorse
Make the of the cross, then we ridin' off (damn)
Fat pockets, and gotta eat
But they started than Olive Oil (yeah)
I could take sand to the beach, and I could fuck and play Volleyball
And I am not worn, and not tired at all, but you gon see diamonds I yawn
Don't me, hate the high I'm on, that's why I'm on, get your YM on, muthafucka

[Chorus: T@ & Lucci
Bitch, If I was you I'd me too
Cause everything I rock be new
On point when it come to the
When the hit the rock, turn blue
Bitch, If I was you I would me too
Everything a nigga be smooth (skrrt)
I down in the drop-top coupe
If I was you, I hate me too