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
in the world make mary jane 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 niggas man they want the dank white girls like the caine
problems in the world make wanna kill
so i slang my rope just to make a joint to break you off the
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 like a (caterpillar)
mind of hatred.. killa!(kill'em!)
and if they dont then go n get em! (go get em!)
its world war 3 in the mothafuckin zone
and anything goes when street lights on
and i'm sweatin, every sleepin no noise
mad, never glad, indo brings me joy
so lay down to mothafuckin nemesis (lay it down)
you say u caught me? ima ask for witnesses (witnesses)
its like enter the dragon, i creep like
callin all cars, cop on the loose

once in my scope, aint no hope, because i dont care.
you walkin now, but when u see me, wheel chair
because my bear hug be fuckin off your
and now you lookin like a cat on the
you start actin like a child and imma call you
you try to play me like a bitch and imma cut yo
and i aint ever met a nigga that aint lied about to this day
but i aint trippin, roll a J
cos i give a fuck, nigga whats the score
i got and nigga i want yours
they rat head get government cheesed
and get the full extent of by any fuckin means
so i'm livin like a dealer poppin in his prime
Bit his apple mothafucka that dope in '89
its like FUCK YOU MAYNE, COCAINE!
that one hitter quitter done got yo
now its on it poppin, and no stoppin
money comes first nigga bodies droppin
niggas get hit like they across the middle
cos i got no time for no mothafuckin riddles
cos bullshit walks, and money loud
smilin weakness, so niggas dont smile
mind full of hatred, goin off right
i'm head huntin, mothafuck yo life!

its like peeka boo peeka boo, i see ya
but what i got for ya fool i wanna be ya
the 6'6 whale's in the cuts, like starsky n hutch
and i'm puffin on skunk. so nigga knuckle up and ur grill u better
cos imma try to you like a snitch on the yard
i walk my walk i talk my talk sometimes i give orders
deceptacons, get ready to on all these transformers
cos niggas dont they takin chewy to the brain
full of hatred, off that caine to the face
bow down u bitch hear the tapes
respect gets took like statutory
and its on, goin off in my dome
gettin high in my cuddy all chrome
CHIT CHATTA! mothafuckas really dont
niggas get beat pancake batter
like egg, fried like pork
i got niggas runnin east, west, south, and
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 like shrimp, beat lynched
cos fool I'm known to rip shit and fool im to burn shit
and all other bullshit Dre Dog is not concerned with
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