Luyện nghe bài hát Haters

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

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

Why you wannaaaaaaaaaa playa hate on
Is it the big truck sittin' up on Jordans, thats 23's
With the big ole owl, dual roaring
Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths, thats
On the on 20 inches
Mo' in it than old Abe Lincoln's cabin
And with mo' glass in it, than in cabinets
Or is it the way we come down XXX
White sex the ceilin', visors, and headrests
Or is it the chain, the gucci hat, the gucci Air retros to match
though I step on the scene, so fresh and so clean
Nice wit' me, I still got my weapon wit' me
Strapped a tek in my jeans
to squeeze, cause I know you haters get tempted to wear my
Neck a

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

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

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

Hatin cause my be, choppin! choppin
cause these 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!

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

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

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

Hatin my 20's be, choppin! 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!