Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Niggaz (Skit)

Ja It must be the way that I spit shit
That you say damn this nigga ridiculous
The way I hit 'em and nigga I can't lose
Inconspicuous niggas ain't ready
For whoever who has the flow know I spit deadly
Fear me to the day I'm dead on the street holes in me
The got love for me 'cause ima lay for 'em
If I have to down or after The only fib be love and disaster
Tears laughter but who gonna cry?
My style be so touchin' nigga yo eye!
Get used to lies and dead wise guys
and any bitch niggaz feel they wit my's
C'mon get it on, to the break in the dawn,
before long if you wrong you be and gone
And now i'm the to clarify my name in vain
What you thought motherfuckers I was Baby I hit 'em all (Chorus)
Jay-Z and Ja Rule- Load 'em all be 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 my's to the day of my Baby Ima Hit 'em all
Thinkin' its a Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
Show 'em I ain't Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
For operatin' like Im a Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em
Baby I kill 'em all whatcha wanna do with this nuthin so shut the fuck up
And learn somethin' see my can get a whole town gamin'
Give it up we even take the change
yeah uh you think my way of life fucked up right?
Till you it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spirit
it you be a broke 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 world to see hustle hard my mind on that money
My motto to be stack it if you got it for you get it
Don't talk about it just be it that it
Went all odds niggaz gettin' rich figure
to earn a dollar sense 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 while takin' yours into niggaz is stress
Leavin' peep holes in yo chest god bless the next that get to rest
Frustration and stress me question death
I wanna shoot all niggaz I should 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 proceed Whatcha plan you da man
Go for guns feel no remorse When i leave your brain ???
Now settle down get shit tight Should we expect move right
And everything is
But if you son that ass is gone top dogg motherfuckers recognize
I'm Hit 'em all (Chorus)