| I don’t brag about cars and I don’t brag about clothes
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| I don’t call women tramps, sluts, bitches or hoes
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| I don’t sell out, kiss ass or ball like a kid
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| But I bet the radio would bump my shit if I did
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| You see, I’m standing deep up in your face today
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| The realest lyricist dropping atomic verses till you waste away
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| Suckers are tame when I spit the game
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| Aggravated narrator, metamorphosise into a human flame
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| Battles intense, never straddle the fence
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| The radio hating me cause I chose knowledge over nonsense
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| It’s K-Rino in case you don’t recognize the tone
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| I terrorize your zone while my foe dies alone
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| I do this well while y’all scared to fail
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| Putting a 100 different fools on your shit to try to make it sell
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| Killers I’m drafting, cutting snitches in half when
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| Agitated I’m smashing, do it sound like I’m laughing?
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| At random, dropping miscellaneous destruction
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| Causing opponents to suffer spontaneous combustion
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| Fraud rapper found dead, bucked by the song capper
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| His tombstone read, «He fucked with the wrong rapper»
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| So why y’all wanna hate
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| When you know that I’ma wreck these fools straight up out the gate
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| Why you wanna hate
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| When you know that I’m gonna do them boys twenty times straight?
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| This magazine wrote they fifty best rappers ever, but brother
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| That list don’t mean shit if I ain’t on that motherfucker
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| Not conceited, I’m straight up convinced that I can rip
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| My brain emptying verses like killers emptying clips
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| When he slips, he plummets, 90 feet down to the hole
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| Blacker than triple darkness, drama, a 100 fold
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| Shocking electric currents invading the hater’s chest
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| Mad lyrical bullets penetrating the hater’s vest
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| Virtually impossible to analyse the level
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| Some of these fools' actions be equivalent to the Devil
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| I’m ripping, clicking that’s it, he ripping busting your shit
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| The wacker these motherfuckers rap the more love that they get
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| I come straight out my folder with my old school speech
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| 50 rhymes for 10 punks, I crack 'em 5 times each
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| Close your eyes and make a wish, open 'em up when you’re through
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| But if I’m standing in your face that mean the shit ain’t come true
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| So tell me
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| So why y’all wanna hate
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| When you know that I’ma wreck these fools straight up out the gate
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| Why you wanna hate
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| When you know that I’m gonna do them boys twenty times straight?
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| Can I make this situation better before it get tight?
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| Can I do this motherfucker without taking his life?
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| Can I get myself in line? |
| Can I just have a sign?
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| Can I go 24 hours without thinking 'bout dying?
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| Should I go and bust this faker for the lies that he told?
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| Should I act like I ain’t tripping, then just let it unfold?
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| Should I check 'em if he bumping, when I know that he fraud?
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| Can I try to please the people without turning on God?
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| See I just need me 5 grand so I can turn it to 10
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| Once I get that 10 grand, then I’m gon' flip it again
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| If I ever touch that million, they gon' think that I’m through
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| But them haters gonna be stressing once I turn it to 2
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| I said them haters gonna be stressing once I turn it to 2
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| Them haters gonna be stressing once I turn it to 2
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| Them haters gonna be stressing once I turn it to 2
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| Them haters gonna be stressing, let them boys know Screw |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Why Ya Wanna Hate , by - K Rino. Song from the album No Mercy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп