Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Full Of Hatred

I wanna cry no more so its on.
u caught up in the of the new Jim Jones
problems in the make mary jane a hit
young gettin raised like pits.
nigga can you feel the hatred, i you to die.
creepin bolo, always solo, chewy got me
my eyes are low, my heart is cold, my stare'll cause you
my niggas man they want the dank these white girls the caine
problems in the world niggas wanna kill
so i slang my rope just to make a joint to break you off the
foul rat daddies my mind go smash
niggas smoke all day, but about they cash
are u a killa, or are you a ass nigga (nigga)
dirty a worm (worm), slimy like a caterpillar (caterpillar)
mind of hatred.. killa!(kill'em!)
and if they dont come go n get em! (go get em!)
its like war 3 in the mothafuckin zone
and goes when street lights come on
and i'm sweatin, nite sleepin no noise
mad, never glad, indo brings me joy
so lay down to your nemesis (lay it down)
you say u me? then ima ask for witnesses (witnesses)
its enter the dragon, i creep like bruce
callin all cars, cop killa on the

once in my scope, there aint no hope, i dont care.
you walkin now, but when u see me, picture wheel
because my bear hug be off your vertebrae
and now you like a cat on the freeway
you start actin like a and imma call you 'son'
you try to play me like a bitch and cut yo tongue
and i aint ever met a that aint lied about pussy to this day
but i aint trippin, roll a J
cos i dont a fuck, nigga whats the score
i got mines and nigga i want
they rat mothafuckas get government cheesed
and get the full extent of punishment by any means
so i'm livin like a dope poppin in his prime
Bit his apple mothafucka dope game in '89
its FUCK YOU MAYNE, CRACK COCAINE!
that one quitter done got yo brain
now its on it poppin, and aint no
money comes nigga bodies start droppin
get hit like they comin across the middle
cos i aint got no time for no riddles
cos walks, and money talks loud
smilin weakness, so niggas dont smile
full of hatred, goin off dank right
nigga i'm huntin, mothafuck yo life!

its like boo peeka boo, nigga i see ya
but i got for ya fool i wouldnt wanna be ya
the 6'6 whale's in the cuts, like starsky n hutch
and i'm puffin on skunk. so knuckle up and ur grill u better guard
cos imma try to stick you a snitch on the yard
i walk my walk i talk my sometimes i mite give orders
deceptacons, get ready to roll on all transformers
cos niggas care they takin chewy to the brain
mind full of hatred, off that to the face
bow down u little hear the tapes
respect gets like statutory rape
and its on, voices goin off in my
gettin high in my cuddy all chrome
CHIT CHATTA! really dont matter
niggas get beat pancake batter
cracked like egg, fried like
i got niggas east, west, south, and north
like a compass, your life dont mean to me, fuck it
mind full of hatred smokin chewy in a
cockaroach fucks get ate like fish
skinned like shrimp, beat lynched
cos fool I'm known to rip shit and im known to burn shit
and all that bullshit Dre Dog is not concerned with
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