Hate Lyrics – Dres Of Black Sheep & Stu Bangas

Hate Lyrics by Dres Of Black Sheep & Stu Bangas

That nice, possibly be on your comprehension
Henceforth I get paid wherever they payin’ attention
Again, [?] as they cannot be them
When they rhyme, in my mind, how can they not be ten?

Born to bring more life to life and love and live without regrettin’
To give without rememberin’, receive without forgettin’
The sacrifice of me spittin’, the begotten, thou bе gettin’
Big fact, hard vision, a lack of God and religion

Let mе chill [?], still a better world that you recall me
f#ck around and get it right, it’s like the devil can’t afford me off the block
Hell is hot, best believe it make cake
If you can’t take it to the cell, go to hell

Jump in the lake, in the boat, that gotta hold
And you might have made mistakes
Only humans dilemmas, soon we all got what it takes
I’ll be embracin’ it all, still apply what I’m about

Heard a chance in the choice, hope J Prince hears the shout
Say when you sittin’ in your cell, open doors are undefined
Like when you sittin’ in your hell, you find the war is in your mind
Hard to find my love, find my love, to flip the paradigm

Rise like the feelings for your wife, now that your life is on decline
Just a fact, sip the wine, feel the presence of what’s grown
Zone, put down the phone, then go outside in the toe
Cut the line who’s next to rise, the difference is I texturize

The extra fly, no next surprise, I rap my rhyme like exercise
Electro-wise connected guys, despise eyes layin’ with lies
No debate, hate, but doesn’t help the hood rise
No debate, hate, but doesn’t help the hood rise

No debate, hate, but doesn’t help the hood rise
If you gonna hate somethin’, you know what I’m sayin’
That’s what you should hate
Word up

A-yo, we come to get you movin’, we be the livin’ proven
I be the unrestricted, can’t picture me love a loser
I be the lesson learner, call me the next to turn up
Powerful what your ear hearin’, your ear can only burn up

I illustrate the difference in the owner and the earner
Is [?] returner, Pedro come [?]
A friend of you [?], might find me on a [?]
I wouldn’t take it lightly baby, yes a fact, I’m always me

My man worry, not anythin’ you gon’ do
But ’em fat motherf#ck’, what you make us do to you?
My advise, makers love you love is love ’til it’s not
No town out on some sound, city mile, country block

And I got fly, forever stock, boulder the little rock
I envision healthy livin’, this is prison at the top
With the T Celestial, flow is not terrestrial
And I ain’t got no extra hope, yeah, that’s all you know Eskimo

Said I’m not in love with power, money, p#ss# and lies
No debate, hate, but doesn’t help the hood rise
Hate, but doesn’t help the hood rise
No debate, hate, but doesn’t help the hood rise
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Dres Of Black Sheep & Stu Bangas Lyrics – Hate

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