Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Niggaz (Skit)

Ja Rule- It must be the way that I shit
That make you say this nigga ridiculous
The way I hit 'em and nigga I can't lose
Inconspicuous incognito niggas ain't
For who has the flow nigga know I spit deadly
Fear me to the day I'm dead on the with holes in me
The ghettos got love for me ima lay for 'em
If I have to gradually or after The only fib be love and disaster
Tears laughter but who gonna cry?
My style be so touchin' nigga yo eye!
Get used to obvious and dead wise guys
and any bitch feel they fuckin wit my's
C'mon let's get it on, to the in the dawn,
long if you wrong you be dead and gone
And now i'm the bomb to my name in vain
What you thought motherfuckers I was Baby I hit 'em all (Chorus)
Jay-Z and Ja Rule- Load 'em all be Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
For as long as I'm a Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
I want my of the pie Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
Expect to the day of my demise Baby Ima Hit 'em all
its a game Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
Show 'em I playin' Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
For operatin' like Im a Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em
Baby I kill 'em all whatcha wanna do with this nigga nuthin so shut the up
And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town
Give it up we take the small change
Nigga uh you think my way of life fucked up right?
Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin at yo
Fear it you be a broke nigga, you it,
you be the next nigga,never to go back and been it
stares thought you need a killa 'round here
Y'all niggaz have some pitiful ideas
I keep to get this world to see hustle hard my mind on that money
My motto to be it if you got it for when you get it
talk about it just be about it that it
Went all against niggaz gettin' rich figure
to earn a makes sense Baby I Hit 'em all (Chorus)
I come in style comin' fresh out of Queens (Brooklyn)
I recognize how my killa cliques gettin'
is while takin' yours into process niggaz is stress
Leavin' peep holes in yo chest god bless the next that get to rest
and stress make me question death
I shoot all niggaz I feel should be shot on the spot
Let 'em rot with in their knot Oh shit you bitch ass niggaz be lit
Smoke weed it give you the heart to Whatcha game plan you da man
Go for your guns no remorse When i leave your brain ???
Now down get your shit tight Should we expect move right
And everything is
But if you slip son that ass is gone top motherfuckers recognize
I'm Hit 'em all (Chorus)