Luyện nghe bài hát Haters

Yeah, ha, ha, ha, up, track boy?
I wanna send a big out to all you haters
Now I know normally a don't do it
But see, I'm different, I'm grateful for you
get it

Flow's so cracked, the feds wanna me
So ill, immune system wanna fight me
So poor that the weed heads light me
Balling so hard, the wanna hike me

You dudes crying that it's at the top
Stop whining, it's sauce and at the top
I'm not a by blood, I'm a pimp by all means
All it takes to knock a is to put on some clean jeans

You know my style, dude, it to the next man
I ain't that sell it to the next man
Going but mail it to the next man
I hear you, hater

You know my style, dude, tell it to the man
I buying that sell it to the next man
Going but mail it to the next man
I can't hear you,

You see that hauled in the driveway
I saw a went and bought that bitch the same day
I paid for it, a hundred twenty grand
The whole dealership, my father I'm the man

He got a Visa, I got a card
Got so much on it, I call it the rat card
I good girl, I gotta bad mouth
She my swagger 'cause I'm nasty like the waffle house

You my style, dude, tell it to the next man
I ain't buying that it to the next man
Going but mail it to the next man
I can't hear you,

You my style, dude, tell it to the next man
I ain't buying that sell it to the man
postal but mail it to the next man
I can't you, hater

If you see hater put your hand in the air and say
Hi, hater, hi,
If you see your put your hand in the air and say
Bye, hater, bye,
If somebody you you'll never be nothing, see
You're a lie, hater, lie,

is your time, this is your shine
These are the years of your life
Now go on and tell haters

You know my style, dude, tell it to the man
I ain't buying that sell it to the man
Going postal but it to the next man
I can't hear you,

You know my style, dude, tell it to the man
I ain't buying sell it to the next man
Going but mail it to the next man
I hear you, hater

Hater, see you
Hater, see you