Luyện nghe bài hát Mind Full Of Hatred

I wanna cry no more so its on.
u up in the mode of the new Jim Jones
problems in the make mary jane a hit
young mothafuckas gettin like pits.
nigga can you feel the hatred, i you to die.
bolo, always solo, chewy got me high
my are low, my heart is cold, my stare'll cause you pain
my niggas man they want the dank these white girls the caine
in the world make niggas wanna kill
so i slang my rope just to make a joint to you off the real
foul rat make my mind 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 come then go n get em! (go get em!)
its like world war 3 in the mothafuckin
and anything goes when street come on
and i'm sweatin, every nite no noise
mad, never glad, indo brings me joy
so lay down to your mothafuckin (lay it down)
you say u caught me? then ima ask for (witnesses)
its like enter the dragon, i creep like
callin all cars, cop killa on the

once in my scope, there aint no hope, because i care.
you walkin now, but when u see me, wheel chair
my bear hug be fuckin off your vertebrae
and now you lookin like a cat on the
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 nigga that lied about pussy to this day
but i trippin, mothafucka roll a J
cos i dont give a fuck, nigga whats the
i got mines and i want yours
they rat mothafuckas get government cheesed
and get the full of punishment by any fuckin means
so i'm like a dope dealer poppin in his prime
Bit his apple mothafucka that game in '89
its like FUCK YOU MAYNE, COCAINE!
that one hitter quitter got yo brain
now its on it poppin, and no stoppin
money comes first nigga bodies start
get hit like they comin across the middle
cos i aint got no time for no riddles
cos bullshit walks, and money talks
smilin shows weakness, so dont smile
mind of hatred, goin off dank right
nigga i'm huntin, mothafuck 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 nigga up and ur grill u better guard
cos try to stick you like a snitch on the yard
i walk my walk i talk my talk sometimes i mite orders
deceptacons, get ready to roll on all transformers
cos niggas dont care they chewy to the brain
full of hatred, off that caine to the face
bow down u little bitch the tapes
respect gets took like statutory
and its on, voices off in my dome
steady high in my cuddy all chrome
CHIT CHATTA! really dont matter
niggas get beat like pancake
cracked like egg, fried like
i got niggas east, west, south, and north
like a compass, your life dont mean shit to me, it
mind full of smokin chewy in a bucket
these cockaroach get ate like fish
like shrimp, beat then lynched
cos fool I'm to rip shit and fool im known to burn shit
and all that other bullshit Dre Dog is not concerned
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