Luyện nghe bài hát Hate In Your Soul

Tried to tell them niggas outside the box
If young don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Got too many on me, can't fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can't fuck no stylist
You got that all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you do nothin' about it
Got too racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can't with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, do nothin' about it
You done your soul, you can't do nothin' about it

1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the
A couple years ago, blow in Mexico
Was a starter, good
Now I up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
Yeah, just rollin' dank up
Niggas ain't never wanted no war us
Niggas never did fly with us
my clique notorious
Bet you can't come to this
I sit in the back of the whip like
Got a like I'm still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don't hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you to run it by me
I'm takin' this nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you I came and conquered
I put the in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in Chanel and

Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the
Got too style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in soul, can't do nothin' about it
You got hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
Got too many racks on me, fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no
You got that hate all in soul, can't do nothin' about it
You sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it

2]
You in them cuts that's your hiding ritual
You at grandma house, you posted up
You put that on IG
You ready to let it go to make 'em how to it
You hit your an' get in it
You hit block an' get in it
You to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took life, nigga
You see how think about you?
Now, you on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin' from backside
'Boutta take a vacation
Pour out for you
Pour Hennessey for you
I know that's your favourite drink,
(I know that's your drink)

Got too racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can't with no stylist
You got that all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
You got hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
Got too racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Got too style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, do nothin' about it
You sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it