Luyện nghe bài hát Haters

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin!
Hatin these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin!

Hatin my 20's be, choppin! choppin
Hatin cause these be, jockin! jockin
Try me and my be, cockin! poppin

Why you playa hate on meeeeeee?
Is it the big sittin' up on Mike Jordans, thats 23's
With the big ole owl, dual heads
Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths, thats
On the Impala on 20
Mo' wood in it old Abe Lincoln's cabin
And with mo' in it, than in your cabinets
Or is it the way we down watchin' XXX
White sex from the ceilin', visors, and
Or is it the chain, the gucci hat, the Air Jordan retros to match
Even though I on the scene, so fresh and so clean
Nice tek'n wit' me, I got my weapon wit' me
Strapped wit' a tek in my
Ready to squeeze, cause I know you haters get to wear my
a lace

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin!
Hatin cause hoes be, jockin! jockin
Try me and my be, cockin! poppin

Hatin cause my be, choppin! choppin
cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin!

Now just imagine if there wasnt no real
No hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and niggas
On the treal, T double D, I still keep it
I love the streets you fuck niggas named Haterville
Lied on me, said I was a murderer, I used to serve you work
But I never heard of you
I love dub-deuces, only I'm sittin on em
And once again I'm gunnin, the big 500
A Chevy boy, candy green and fronted
Niggas hide out or they ride out my shit runnin
I more oz's than cd's and lp's
Baby, I'm a plus I'm OG
I roll 'em heavy, I'm my fetti
And the is what I'm headed
If you fuck keep tellin'

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin!
Hatin these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Try me and my be, cockin! poppin

Hatin cause my be, choppin! choppin
Hatin these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Try me and my be, cockin! poppin

I was in the rankin, 69
And twankys, choppin
4 15' Subwoofers,
I dont like that nigga, fuck that
Man, I wanna shoot, slap, punch, kick, cut niggaa
Thats they say on the low
WE'RE LOSING
Thats paramedics'll say
While you lay on the
Can we all just get along? trees, hit a bong
Haters pussy niggas, so I'm a choke 'em a thong
Even the block envy me, I make a mill wit' the
But I'm better coke and hot hennessey
My peers is like they only get mad
I ride rims old enough to buy beers
They while hatin' but when it comes to fakes
I spot than dalmations

Hatin cause my be, choppin! choppin
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin!
Try me and my be, cockin! poppin

Hatin cause my be, choppin! choppin
Hatin these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Try me and my be, cockin! poppin

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin!
Hatin these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin!

Hatin my 20's be, choppin! choppin
Hatin these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin!