Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Full Of Hatred

I dont wanna cry no so its on.
u up in the mode of the new Jim Jones
problems in the world make mary a hit
mothafuckas gettin raised like pits.
nigga can you feel the hatred, i you to die.
creepin bolo, solo, chewy got me high
my eyes are low, my heart is cold, my stare'll you pain
my niggas man want the dank these white girls like the caine
problems in the world make niggas kill
so i slang my rope 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 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 world war 3 in the zone
and anything goes street lights come on
and i'm sweatin, every 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 like enter the dragon, i like bruce
all cars, cop killa on the loose

once in my scope, 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 actin like a child and imma call you 'son'
you try to play me like a bitch and cut yo tongue
and i aint ever met a nigga that aint lied pussy to this day
but i aint trippin, mothafucka a J
cos i dont give a fuck, nigga the score
i got mines and nigga i want
they rat head get government cheesed
and get the full extent of punishment by any fuckin
so i'm livin like a dealer poppin in his prime
Bit his apple mothafucka dope game in '89
its like YOU MAYNE, CRACK COCAINE!
that one hitter quitter got yo brain
now its on it poppin, and no stoppin
money comes nigga bodies start droppin
niggas get hit like they comin across the
cos i aint got no time for no riddles
cos bullshit walks, and money loud
smilin weakness, so niggas dont smile
mind full of hatred, goin off dank
i'm head huntin, mothafuck yo life!

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