Luyện nghe bài hát Hate

(Aye, aye, Fresh, Man, we back at it daddy)
niggas be hatin' on me man
(two-thousand-sixteen, shine, stuntin' on 'em)
Let me tell you the of shit they say about me

They say fuck you nigga, you nigga, hope you die
Hope you catch the and nobody know why
I'mma connected like the wifi
Need her like a sixty-four gig iPod pussy
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' on and) hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

When I get this I'mma kill 'em
Twenty twenty vision to niggas who want to see me with it
fuck ya
Don't make my trigger niggas go dumb-dumb
Yeah, yeah,
me where these hoes at, Adderall and Prozac
I'm so fuckin' focused in this I just can't hold back
Tell 'em bring that money bag, mode, running back
Big Tymer, Ferragamo, Juvinino you at?
All I do is get it, dude you get it
You be in your feelin's too, my dude you're so
You got too much in your blood, diabetic
You sick, you got the hate disease and I tryna get it, no
Cristal and Ciroc
I need a for it, call it Chris Rock
I'm in this motherfucker lookin' a pile of some guap
make a name for yourself and pussy pop, pussy pop

They say fuck you nigga, hate you nigga, you die
Hope you the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the
her like a sixty-four gig iPod pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' head on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,

Nigga got your old dappin' with the whole world
Trust me, me, referee and blow girl
That's boy BM, hit me in the DM
Bust that fuckin' wide open AM to the PM
But that's another though and I ain't tryna tell it
Now it's on, now you're out with dime rock Betty
And she don't know no better, shoot up dope or smoke whatever
Used to be my homie, now you're mad 'cause we don't together?
We're the real
And I don't give a fuck if they was sisters
These niggas they on, hit the kill switches
Money comin' bitch, my palms and my heels itchin', yeah

They say you nigga, hate you nigga, hope you die
you catch the stroke and nobody know why
I'mma stay connected like the
Need her like a sixty-four gig pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

You be hatin' on a nigga like police
You be barkin', you ain't but a Maltese nigga
When these sharks out, see you they'll be your teeth nigga
It's Tune and Juvie we got Mannie on the nigga
You nigga, yeah
You don't want to see me with a out
You don't want to say that I couldn't shit
You don't even have a watch to tell the now
And I got 20 karats in my
Nigga lean with it, rock with it
some lean double cup with Ciroc with it
Nigga lean it, nigga rock with it
We got Mannie on the beat, with it
Shots fired, somebody ran up in Juvie
That's far sober enough to have niggas out
And I got 'round that I got love for
But niggas go through shit so I root 'em out

They say fuck you nigga, you nigga, hope you die
Hope you the stroke and nobody know why
stay connected like the wifi
Need her like a 64 gig pussy nigga
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,
(Gon' on and) Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Yeah, yeah, we at it daddy
man, you know there's always that one that'll hate
'Til you put a in his face, you dig?
Fresh a fool with it