Luyện nghe bài hát Haters Still Mad

Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas mad
Man look, Big T

Why haters still mad
(I said I don't why baby)
'Cause Screwed Up acting bad
'Cause Up Click acting bad

You see me in the benzo
Sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on endo
It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my
I'm candy with DVD's and Playstation 2
I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ
But I'ma it down like it's no cigo'
Make this screw coast to coast
I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M P C H P eighty
My paper folding laundromats, S P S black Cadillacs
E S 1's cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match

Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on
Sold out shows at the Dome, y'all ain't know my money long
Y'all gone 'cause we changed the game
And came with tighter
I wear expensive clothes got hoes, 'cause nigga that's all I know
Like shopping sprees and cards, two ways and cellulars
Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm cars
But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't win a Grammy
I sold a hundred thousand now I see why can't stand me

Why y'all still mad
(I I don't know why baby)
Swisha House acting bad
(Why y'all hating the way do)
Why haters still mad
(I said I know why baby)
'Cause Screwed Up acting bad
'Cause Screwed Up acting bad

All these I got to flip one, all these rims I got to whip one
All this wood I got to grip some, Texas off the hook, huh
Chain and charm with two my
Project corner with too weight
Sleep day time and work at night, cash is my life
Sipping and breaking mics, winning money, shaking dice
Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you three chickens pay the price
Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out make me chill
Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a and pop a sill

Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop a south-mill
hatas mad 'cause we in a Jag
And Iceberg got us dressed to kill
How you feel 'cause I'm fired up, me up another cup
It's S U C and Swisha House, and big faces we fold up
Lil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip Lil' Flip
Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make ass run off a cliff
got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad
I'm a rosewood thug that keeps my pants

Why y'all haters mad
(I said I know why baby)
'Cause Swisha acting bad
(Why y'all hating the way do)
Why y'all still mad
(I said I don't why baby)
'Cause Screwed Up Click bad
'Cause Up Click acting bad