Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Niggaz (Skit)

Ja Rule- It must be the way I spit shit
That you say damn this nigga ridiculous
The way I hit 'em and move I can't lose
Inconspicuous incognito niggas ain't
For whoever who has the flow nigga I spit deadly
me to the day I'm dead on the street with holes in me
The got love for me 'cause ima lay for 'em
If I to gradually down or after The only fib be love and disaster
Tears before laughter but who gonna
My be so touchin' nigga wipe yo eye!
Get used to obvious lies and dead guys
and any niggaz feel they fuckin wit my's
C'mon let's get it on, to the in the dawn,
before long if you wrong you be dead and
And now i'm the bomb to clarify my name in
What you thought motherfuckers I was playin? I hit 'em all (Chorus)
and Ja Rule- Load 'em all be tonight Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
For as as I'm a alive Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
I my piece of the pie Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
Expect to the day of my demise Baby Ima Hit 'em all
its a game Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
Show 'em I ain't Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
For operatin' planes Im a Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em
Baby I kill 'em all whatcha do with this nigga nuthin so shut the fuck up
And learn somethin' see my team can get a town gamin'
Give it up we even the small change
Nigga uh you think my way of life fucked up right?
Till you it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spirit
Fear it you be a nigga, you near it,
you be the next nigga,never have to go back and it
Cold stares you need a killa 'round here
Y'all niggaz really some pitiful ideas
I keep tryin to get this world to see hustle hard my mind on money
My motto to be stack it if you got it for you get it
Don't about it just be about it that it
Went all against niggaz gettin' rich figure
to earn a dollar makes Baby I Hit 'em all (Chorus)
Baby I in style comin' fresh out of Queens (Brooklyn)
I recognize how my killa gettin' down
Everyday is takin' yours into process niggaz is stress
Leavin' peep in yo chest god bless the next that get laid to rest
and stress make me question death
I wanna shoot all niggaz I feel be shot on the spot
Let 'em rot with lead in their knot Oh shit you bitch ass be lit
Smoke weed it give you the heart to Whatcha game plan you da man
Go for your feel no remorse When i leave your brain ???
Now settle down get your shit tight Should we expect right
And everything is
But if you slip son that ass is gone top motherfuckers recognize
I'm Hit 'em all (Chorus)