Luyện nghe bài hát Haters

How does it
Know when shits
Nigga my big
peel through killin fields so I grip steel
Aimed wit sick
My itchy finger need benedrill
Sit still you can get
how the game switch
The niggaz hatin cause ain't rich
They to infiltrate my main bitch
Set me up and had me takin major bank
But fuck a fake she ain't shit
came to my first show
I had some in the thrid row
I had a poppin merlow
Rockin her low
Wit a and a fur coat
to drop you at the first blow
So much pain I earned dough
It turned my betfriend into my foe
But I had to let the go
know y'all phony style
Keep it we ain't homies now

I'm in the six double
I a burner on me yeah that's for show though
I spot a almost everywhere I go
So don't make me have to hit you with the four
I know you mad because I a littel dough
If you a why you jealous like a hoe yo
I guess that's something only real cats
And all my niggas still love the row yo

You know that imma get mine
Its Rick time so I big
Lip nines for the bitch you
Spit from a sick mind
Dick thick dimes after we sip
Big chicks imma mine
the street sizzle
In a lowrider side seat
do my g-dizzle
Cause it stop
Candy paint
Chromed out with more glass then a shot
Suckers mad cause hot
Gay fags cause the cash is exactly what they ain't got
Wheter you slang coke or make dope
Haters hope they straight hope
Your boat sink and ya stay
But imma line
Nevermind one
Its crunchtime ya touch duck I'm finna duck nine
funny as punchline
And you rain on my sunshine

I'm in the six double
I keep a burner on me yeah for show though
I spot a hater everywhere I go
So don't make me have to hit you with the four
I know you mad I make a littel dough
If you a gangsta why you jealous a hoe yo
I guess something only real cats know
And all my niggas still love the row yo

Follow me now as we to them hood spots
Where them half cook rocks
And put you hooks up in a box
And there ain't a such as cops
Inside your bodies where they put
Better get some good
I'm heat
If you ain't in me and you make or keep scrollin
I'm a wolf in clothin
Yeah you keep
I sleep wit one open
This cold got the streets frozen
When it gets dark start and my heat pops
A quick and splits marks
Now what its to
Use to be real wherever I come through
Now its like you
best to go hard
You know what's eastside to the yard
We pull your hoe
It my heart everytime that its time to trip
I love but I empty a clip

I'm in the six double
I keep a burner on me that's for show though
I spot a almost everywhere I go
So don't make me have to hit you with the four
I know you mad I make a littel dough
If you a gangsta why you jealous a hoe yo
I guess that's something only real know
And all my real niggas love the row yo