Luyện nghe bài hát Haters

Yeah, ha, ha, ha, what up, track
I wanna send a big out to all you haters
Now I know normally a nigga do it
But see, I'm different, I'm grateful for you
get it

Flow's so cracked, the feds wanna me
So ill, your immune system fight me
So poor that the weed heads light me
Balling so hard, the quarterback wanna 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 my style, dude, tell it to the next man
I ain't buying sell it to the next man
Going but mail it to the next man
I can't hear you,

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

You see Maserati hauled in the driveway
I saw a picture went and bought that the same day
I paid for it, a hundred twenty grand
The dealership, my father saying 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 know my style, dude, tell it to the man
I ain't that sell it to the next man
Going postal but mail it to the man
I hear you, hater

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

If you see you're put your hand in the air and say
Hi, hater, hi,
If you see hater 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 them

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

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

Hater, see you
Hater, see you