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letra de hate - eli (mooveli)

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[verse 1]
never had a bottle in hand and a smoke in the head
f-ck it,the most ignorant type of living i hate
i hate go there listen to stupid things i don’t get
i hate go there every f-cking day losing my faith
in independence of our choice who to be what to do
i rather sit at home and learn the things i didn’t knew
see their f-cking faces they making me so f-cking angry
they gotta be cut like a leg with a f-cking gangrene
they hungry for mocking of dumb-sses in my group
they do it everyday like turning on f-cking loop
their hatred is overfull, sh-t my hate is coming to it
i don’t know how i still haven’t got under their influence
shots-shots in the crowd and everybody ran
it was all a dream, i ain’t no madman
just watching they acting and i’m making them f-cking notes
then burn it to the ashes and put it to their throats
i was looking for this f-cking angry beat and finally did it
the perfect sound, i’ll make this song completed
and under my feet ten thousands of dead bodies
it’s not the first time, homie, that’s already my hobby

[hook]
f-ck, sh-t, b-tch, hitta’!
i don’t care ’bout your glitta’!
you ain’t tyga, motherf-cker!
you ain’t striker, ain’t no fighter!
f-ck, sh-t, b-tch, hitta’!
i don’t care ’bout your glitta’!
you ain’t tyga, motherf-cker!
you ain’t striker, ain’t no fighter!

[verse 2]
feeling bad everyday, day smoking weed everyday
come on motherf-cker, that’s the games i do play
i’m just kidding ii have never smoked anything
besides the cigarettes i admit that was my mistake
hate them f-cking smoking morans who got only 15
pack a day and say i gotta give up with coffeine
just f-ck off, shut your mouth, keep doing your thang
you didn’t hear me? i heard something about yo gang
you acting like a gangsta from 90’s movies
you don’t see any beauty, all you see is d-mn booties
hate you motherf-cker, woman’s gotta soul too
maybe not good as yours but it’s enough for you
in front of me talking how you got high last night
it just ganja – you say – i won’t take any white
i don’t give a f-ck do what you wanna do
i can tell, that trashman is good profession too
you can hate me now
but i won’t stop now
i get myself slower when six o’s on my account
money ain’t a thang, but b-tch get down

[hook]
f-ck, sh-t, b-tch, hitta’!
i don’t care ’bout your glitta’!
you ain’t tyga, motherf-cker!
you ain’t striker, ain’t no fighter!
f-ck, sh-t, b-tch, hitta’!
i don’t care ’bout your glitta’!
you ain’t tyga, motherf-cker!
you ain’t striker, ain’t no fighter!

[verse 3]
i hate going to sleep the day i gotta wake up
i hate to ask even if i really need the backup
i hate girls ’cause one day we gotta breakup
i hate the government, all i see is kurupt
the good people die first bad people come next
they promised that every motherf-cker will get arrested
ok, one done what about the rest?
and whom the f-ck was that really adressed?
i need a hard reset, i want see war in our hearts
i wanna see how all this sh-t gonna fall apart
i hate to see when dipsh-ts not making enough
f-ck, is there anything i do love?

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