Luyện nghe bài hát The Hated

We get it
hated Esco
They Escobar
I'm still
East talk that talk
Streets that;
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the world
get it

I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook
One conversation between homies, yet brothers
used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best
One was Anthony, the hood called 'em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on 'em, so he bought a bigger size
He got a colder the moment he watched his man die
was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up he go
He a product of his environment
Told me rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he five percent
home, like let niggas see me, I'll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his up North
She was busting with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong
Lose the attitude, he
For years he tried to get a or two
Moms he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant' met Cory they was kids with innocence
Ant' hated his dad around 'cause nigga was militant
Cory found a pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain't want to spend
Ant' was blowing money fast, big when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the

They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, Martin
(They gon' hate) niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I I came up out the darkness
Mood when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the
Mood when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

Ant' and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it
Six in the morning baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, nothing free, pay the price
notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant' fuck 'yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple
up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant' on the V I the block was
Ant' told Cory be grateful, amazing
Three and half light bed, Ant' stayed in
He was light skinned, outside you niggas was typing
No
Cory and Ant' had butter
The other younger from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple hate us, but nothing major, they the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off new Philippe
took it on the chin, he wasn't new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is
Thats a man down, Ant' told have the fam 'round
And keep on shitting on niggas your pants brown
They low, so much evidence that [?] found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van
They snatched him and about the way he got it
the code, that was snitchin', it ain't no way around it

They hated Jesus, Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated
(They hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

Ayo'
It's your man, Nas
doin' what you do
Peace be on to you my young
king