Luyện nghe bài hát High Haters

a beat I beat I guess we
a to z these suckers
parks, hear me callin
grab this mic, I be
honky here we go
this is how the flow
out the mouth like a
cold make me shiver
banging on the
and we banging on now
get to on my set
we bring it back, BLOWW
BLOWW how I do it
biggie BLOWW make me it
all up in your face, white show you how to do it
now, get you up
now get you up
now im crackin blood,
pullin stunts
bustin, you
my style, you love it
Ill dust it, Ill it,
& plenty of it
Im eatin, Im
the on the weekend
money sleep its always creepin on the deep-end
radio, play me yo, hit the switch and it blow
hate to see you go, leave me thru your stereo!

Chorus: hater high, hater bye, quit from movin to side
they go they go right, they know just what they like x4
ME BUMPIN THRU YOUR STEREO! Bumpin thru ur stereo,
bumpin thru ur stereo, bumpin-B-bumpin, we be bumpin ur stereo!

you got beef Im a vegetarian.
its a life, see a veterinarian.
WHOO!
you fed flakes like the fish in my
when I stop pullin Ima start burying em
get my shovel out, tape yo mouth
throw em in the trunk, and drive em down
thats all Im gonna say, wont even about it
even leave a trace, see Im unique about it!
haters love to hate. love to bitch.
Im WELL qualified to a little snitch!
they got a weak spine, always run they
like a chick flick they always sell you out!
I Soulja boy, but Im a SOLDIER, BOY!
and the truth comes out, Ima say I told you boy!
Im an O.G., means Im rated X.
You see me EVEN WITH the rain checks.

hater high, hater bye, quit from movin side to side
they go left go right, they know just what they like x4
KEEP ME BUMPIN YOUR STEREO! Bumpin thru ur stereo,
bumpin thru ur stereo, bumpin-B-bumpin, we be thru ur stereo!

Id be loved then hated.
So I pay no to haters
these days most is faceless.
No class asses tippin their waitress
I bad for em, musta been left in their play pens
they was kids, and handed everything
and now see me walkin up as a king
to the front of the straight V.I.P.
free Bottle Service so, yo ON ME!
when I show up to the club its
Hey Richter , (you hear dat) hey Johnny richter
(you hear dat) hey Johnny
it like Hey Johnny Richter, even the beats on my side
and sos a bunch of down to ride

there is no question Im coming to kill the now,
save me for the last round. Guaranteed to em man
woop em up and hang up the barbed wire.
they fake cries, still knowin that thiss why
keep going and loving all the haters, keep my belly full
splatter and scatter and mean mug em til they
finally I wont be your family, forever rappin & trappin
& bitches that wanna see us cry

Chorus: hater high, hater bye, quit from movin side to side. they go left they go right, they know just they like x4 KEEP ME BUMPIN THRU YOUR STEREO! Bumpin thru ur stereo, bumpin thru ur stereo, bumpin-B-bumpin, we be bumpin thru ur stereo!