Struggle da Preacher - Bring Me More Hate | Текст песни

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• Struggle da Preacher
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[Verse 1]:
No matter what i gonna do they gonna hate, it's clear as day
This hate ain't bring no hate, it motivates
I put my bread in it, you ask how much i make
You dunno nothing about respect
What i'm doing for good, you do for food
You ain't give a fuck about art, you worry about your loot
One season stars, selling out styles
In order to sound proper to the mainstream standards
I am tired of this
I know how much you motherfuckaz wanna put me down on knees
I ain't light no spliffs just to feel better
I keep learning to increase my grey matter
Im my own trendsetter thats my credo
You ain't need no fashion magazines in ghetto
Only hate is here and there
It either kill you now or make you shine bit later

[Hook]:
Take me down to the memory lane
Bring me more hate, this is my food
I don't feel no pain, cuz i
Do whatever it takes to make it happen
Doesn't matter if you hating on me, you respect me
I preach, i struggle
In this motherfuckin game i'm a mogul
Bring me more hate, bring me more hate
You are a part in makes of a legend

[Verse 2]:
1, 2, 3 to the 4
Flashback to '04, life is awful
Nevertheless i knew i had to move forward
My determination was my greatest award
And i dropped my video, nobody had it back then
I was the first rapper in my hometown, and
In 2005 dropped my first CD
Working with dudes overseas
I represented small town in R-U-S-S-I-A
But instead of love they showed me just hate, but i
Took it to another level just all by myself
Now i got them heavyweights (WHO ARE THEY)
You already know Young Noble Outlaw
Yukmouth, Bizarre D12, you want some more?
Be on the lookout cuz i'm coming hot
There is no any motherfucka who would ever stop me

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