Luyện nghe bài hát Haters

BIG UP! To all my haters-- all my my haters!

Tony
(Unh, yeah) F*ck state greens--I'm (tryin' to) kick b*tch
key, I ball a key--Blake Grif.
Jet ski, black sand, bad b*tch--my need pages for the next trip
Fall asleep, we got the cars that a** dream of
Kush, loud pack, let your blow some steam off.
I keep the Ruger the Rugby
These h*es hear the rumors and they love me, me
cars, loose women, the high life
We bust bottles, weed all night
Ern Mast (???) as much as the 'Gators so...
(Roscoe Dash) BIG UP! To all my haters!

50 Chorus 2x
All we do is with the paper, p-paper,
Big ballin' (?) a hater wanna hate us, h-hate us
Can't take it they see the money makers,
We a
lot of money, who, who, whole lot of money.

Lo:
Shawty hear you hate us
All the small little later
Yeah, know, me and Yayo
In the NY, Yayos (?)
B*tch betta have my
Water in, now I'm faded (?) as a diamond
Got b*tches (?) as New Jack (?) City
Count' on my knee (?), and I ain't magic city
I'm Shawty, born home Charlotte (?)
West Side's on one, bank Shawty
B*tch I'm wit' it, home ticket (?)
And I got the whole, chi chi chi chi chi, you wit me, wit me!

50 Chorus 2x
All we do is with the paper, p-paper,
Big ballin' (?) make a wanna hate us, h-hate us
Can't take it when they see the makers,
We a
Whole lot of money, who, who, lot of money.

Dash:
Attracted to the money like bees on
My swag on dummy-- on runny
(And) I'm way more than what you asked for,
on collection plate from the last four Sundys (Sundays)
I'm ill, the pills, my skills, so forreal
this candy rain fall, I'm on the real, 'No Hands' forreal
I'm on a whole plateau
Back,' Fat Joe
I ain't got time to be concerned with you,
Status all wavy (?), I'm on to hatin'
I'm so far ahead--I'm sittin' down
I feel your frustration for my very last
UMM, BIG UP! To all my haters!

50 Cent: 2x
All we do is cuttin' the paper, p-paper,
Big ballin' (?) make a wanna hate us, h-hate us
Can't take it they see the money makers,
We a
lot of money, who, who, whole lot of money.