Представляем точный текст композиции "H.a.t.e." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «H.a.t.e.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "H.a.t.e."
Lyrics to H.a.t.e. : [Z-Ro] Hey, why they hate me like I stole something To make a nigga want to roll something But Im they closest partner, if I let them hold something Good for nothing, but making me hate my peers So let the world taste my tears When they roll, they represent anger, paranoid with one in the chamber To live the heads shots to my foes, and make them through with Dana And when they splash its a blood bath, and I trust no one Aint no more chunking up the deuce, when my thugs pass Live my life in silentary vomet away from yall If I needed artillery could I even get the K from yall Im all alone in the ways of the wicked, since I cant stand you hoes Forever lonely when I kick it, in the lumino With straps and shells, my life is murder and mail The opposition see me coming, and they blast they self This for my homies that dont know me, when Im broke Swear to God I hope you motherfuckers choke, when my gun smoke, hate [Chorus - 2x] The H is for these hoe niggas thats all in my face And the A is for the actions that these bitch niggas take And the T is for the tommy gun thats bout to blast And the E is for eternal cause I ever last [Z-Ro] I be feeling like Pac, because I wonder if they still down Facing homicide from haters, but my homies didnt even spill rounds Fuck yall, I hate you motherfuckers to death Remember times, when I stopped niggas from clutching your chest I live in bulletproof vests, but it seems The only time I got family, is when a nigga dream So fuck sleep, Im on a 24 hour grind Look at your darling son, now mama Im out of my mind I dont know how to be happy and I cant smile, and fuck a bitch Cause she be plotting on how to get you, when yall walking down the isle The same motherfuckers that you care for, look how they do you They dont love you pick up your pistol, and therefor Represent yourself with the plastic, cause me myself Want to put all of you motherfuckers in caskets Fuck love, unless its coming from the heaven up above My hatred being written in blood, hate [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro] There aint no telling if a nigga make it, I might be stuck in the slums A walking target steady ducking the gun But even me and you can keep your wife, therell be no hostages Just give me what Im looking for, and keep your life Im military minded, you can ask Klondike Kat Even if they bomb first, Z-Ro is bout to bomb right back I give a fuck about your life now, slugs hitting your windpipe now Guess you could say Im living shife now All about my fetty, till I bubble like some champagne Z-Ro the Crooked, the most valuable player up in this rap game So back back, back back, be sure to give me more than fifty Automatic rounds, down to pass that Murder my foes, then I murder my friends Because they turned on a nigga, when I aint have no ends, hate Murder my foes, then I murder my friends Because they turned on a nigga, when a nigga wasnt chopping a Benz, hate [Chorus - 4x] [ H.a.t.e. Lyrics ]
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