Luyện nghe bài hát Haters Still Mad

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

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

You see me in the benzo
Sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some
It's five o'clock so drop my top, and let down my window
I'm candy paint with DVD's and 2
I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ
But I'ma hold it down like no cigo'
Make this screw coast to coast
I be stopped like a locomotive, M P C H P eighty rolling
My paper folding like laundromats, S P S black
E S 1's 'cause cataracts, Gucci with the hat to match

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

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

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

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

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