Luyện nghe bài hát Haters

Yo
These can either love us or hate us
Nothin' in between
In or out ya me

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(haters)
What you ain't heard the tank stop (we don't stop)
Ain't nobody with this (scream nigga)
No limit no (what)

Now how the fuck you gon' a tank
Tryin' to the bank
We comin' through with choppers choppin' and not a shank
Mac world war iii
on all streets
We got takin' care of all beef
Fuck fair and all
We that shit
Tryin' to you bitch and stay inside and shit
But we down doors
Spittin' for
Them fake stop hatin' motherfuckaz
Only thing you need hot is bullets and you girl
No limit comin' fuckin' up you world
Ain't nobody with it
And you can trust
Niggas the tank
Look that

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I can't believe they ain't about
Them boys the dirty south
I speak with awkward slang I got a dirty mouth
So i'ma stay in this bitch I get my shit tight
I'm to be the only nigga to ever get 6 mics
I tell them down nigga y'all just sit tight
It's all about triple in this bitch
6 hits ain't
I see niggas
besides they fake
Number one
They get around they boys they try to the tape
Ah, you when I slide in the place
Look at these
Look at eyes and they face
They like them ain't hip-hop enough
They the south
Got too gold teeth in they mouth
Them boys country they too
Plus too bout it
But we don't give a
We bout to run
So I'm like - get money
And haters - get's nothin'

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