Luyện nghe bài hát Haters

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

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

50 Cent: 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
lot of money, who, who, whole lot of money.

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

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

Roscoe
Attracted to the money bees on honey
My swag on dummy-- cash on
(And) I'm way more what you asked for, honey
Pockets on collection plate the last four Sundys (Sundays)
I'm ill, the pills, my skills, so forreal
Watch this candy rain fall, I'm on the real, 'No forreal
I'm on a 'nother plateau
Back,' Fat Joe
I ain't got time to be concerned with you,
all wavy (?), I'm on to y'all hatin'
I'm so far ahead--I'm sittin' waitin'
I feel frustration for my very last statement
UMM, BIG UP! To all my haters!

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