Luyện nghe bài hát U Love 2 Hate

Yes, it's that nigga u love 2 hate, yes, u 2 hate
This the song, I dedicate to niggas who love to
Look me in my face, I'm that u love 2 hate

Yes
(Fire, fire, fire)
It's nigga u love 2 hate, nigga u love 2 hate
Stop it, nigga, u 2 hate, nigga, I ain't fake

Before this rap I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards
Pack automatic gats an kept scratch up the mattress
Fuck this rap shit, yay wrapped in plastic practice
Runnin' away from tactics, hop fences
Leavin' 'em ass backwards this music

I used to be the 'Ice Cream Man' 1992, biatch
Don't you hear the music?
I got a head but no screws in it, losin' it
Slangin' narcotics, them men two steps away usin' it, abusin' it

I moved it was all bad it seemed like
as a nigga moved then it was all bad
Because of this music, my whole block crossed me
Got in the ass, bra but ain't no love lost see

'Cuz now, I have yo ass off the G's and niggas found off the
Wit holes up in they body for tryin' to cross me
I could move seas and outta state smokin' weed
Hand yo ass an 8 to to the face, ya still hate nigga

'Cuz I'm nigga u love 2 hate
yo bitch it's that nigga u love 2 hate
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime, nigga, u 2 hate
Album to the face, nigga, u 2 hate

Yes, it's that nigga u 2 hate
Young nigga wit money, u love 2
lookin' at me funny, u love 2 hate
Check it, what?

Is it because I went on tour wit Smalls?
Or is it because yo will to drop to the floor an lick my balls?
Or is it a nigga sky ball, since juvenile hall?
To make these niggas straight shit
me in front of they broads, listen

Or is it because I'm ridin' in Range Rove's?
4 point 6, G-S 400 on mo-mo's
An of my shit's got TV's in 'em, what you don't know
What the you grind fo?

Juss to pay note to the 9-4, I'm 9-8 shit
Is that the reason for all the
I flipped Townhouse, you still at mom's basement
Mad, walkin' around tellin' my friends I ain't

Back when you used to be that nigga who I
My dank wit, rob a bank wit I trust you
take a slug fo you but now a nigga got no love fo you
Nigga, best friends became for centuries
An juss means you muthafuckas envy me

Hate, it's that u love 2 hate
Labeled to the face, nigga u 2 hate
Drugged out, out, u love 2 hate
Xtacy an shit, nigga u love 2 hate

I'm that nigga u love 2
Tell yo potnas that nigga u love 2 hate
Playa hate all the time, u love 2
What? Why you hate me,

Is it because yo bitch me?
Or is because I stay whipped in all the latest
'Thugged Out', sippin'
'Da Good, Da Bad, Da Ugly', nigga finally lovely
autographs, lil' kids run up an hug me

I'm where they from, I was raised by
Crack heads an junkies, highschool
Too busy out there tryin' to get my
Hungry, I had to get it nobody dishin' fo me

An now, my mad, claim that I ain't dishin' fo he
But fuck y'all, nigga, the fuck you done fo me?
But talk behind my back and try an smoke my weed
Or is it I used to funk wit Short an Master P

Hatin' after me but now won't capture me
Nigga, you can't even go gold, the fuck you sold?
Five thousand units, nigga, my shit went platinum across the
Or is it because these ass hoes claim they got my baby?

Act shady an crazy, reverse the an now them bitches pay me
The day a nigga signed wit J
Got rid of them niggas, became my own sensai
Smoke-A-Lot, I got to record also
Phats, L.Q., Maxx, KeKe, my Gonzoe

Colloso, Cheddar to make the soggy
Ridin' Harley's, die smokin' juss Bob Marley
I died in the open at the Mobb party
Wit yo eyes open, slugs yo hard body, pick up

'Cuz it's that nigga u 2 hate
Sincerely yours, muthafucka, u 2 hate
Yours truly, deal
That nigga u love 2