Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Full Of Hatred

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

in my scope, there aint no hope, because i dont care.
you walkin now, but when u see me, picture chair
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 imma cut yo
and i ever met a nigga that aint lied about pussy to this day
but i trippin, mothafucka roll a J
cos i dont give a fuck, whats the score
i got mines and nigga i want
rat head mothafuckas get government cheesed
and get the full extent of punishment by any fuckin
so i'm livin like a dope dealer poppin in his
Bit his apple mothafucka dope game in '89
its like YOU MAYNE, CRACK COCAINE!
that one quitter done got yo brain
now its on it poppin, and aint no
money comes first bodies start droppin
niggas get hit like they across the middle
cos i aint got no time for no riddles
cos bullshit walks, and money loud
smilin shows weakness, so niggas smile
full of hatred, goin off dank right
nigga i'm head huntin, yo life!

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