Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Full Of Hatred

I dont wanna cry no so its on.
u caught up in the of the new Jim Jones
problems in the world mary jane a hit
young mothafuckas raised like pits.
nigga can you feel the hatred, i you to die.
creepin bolo, always solo, got me high
my eyes are low, my is cold, my stare'll cause you pain
my niggas man they want the dank these white girls like the
problems in the world 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 they cash
are u a killa, or are you a fake ass (nigga)
dirty like a worm (worm), slimy a caterpillar (caterpillar)
full of hatred.. killa!(kill'em!)
and if they dont then go n get em! (go get em!)
its like world war 3 in the zone
and anything goes when street lights on
and i'm sweatin, every nite sleepin no
always mad, glad, indo brings me joy
so lay down to mothafuckin nemesis (lay it down)
you say u me? then ima ask for witnesses (witnesses)
its like the dragon, i creep like bruce
callin all cars, cop killa on the

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

its like boo peeka boo, nigga i see ya
but what i got for ya fool i wouldnt be ya
the 6'6 killa 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 you like a snitch on the yard
i my walk i talk my talk sometimes i mite give orders
deceptacons, get ready to on all these transformers
cos niggas dont care takin chewy to the brain
mind full of hatred, off that to the face
bow down u bitch hear the tapes
respect gets took statutory rape
and its on, voices goin off in my
steady gettin in my cuddy all chrome
CHIT CHATTA! mothafuckas really dont
niggas get beat pancake batter
cracked like egg, fried pork
i got niggas east, west, south, and north
like a compass, your life dont shit to me, fuck it
mind full of hatred chewy in a bucket
cockaroach fucks get ate like fish
skinned shrimp, beat then lynched
cos fool I'm known to rip shit and fool im known to burn
and all that other bullshit Dre Dog is not concerned
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