Luyện nghe bài hát High Haters

a beat I beat I we bobbin
a to z these suckers
parks, hear me callin
grab mic, I be hoggin
honky here we go
this is how the flow
out the mouth a river
style cold me shiver
on the left
and we on them 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 boys you how to do it
now, get you up
now get you up
now im crackin blood,
sex-crazed stunts
bustin, you
my style, you love it
Ill it, Ill stuff it,
& plenty of it
Im eatin, Im
the parties on the
money never sleep its always creepin on the
radio, play me yo, hit the and watch it blow
hate to see you go, leave me bumpin thru stereo!

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

you got son? Im a vegetarian.
its a life, see a veterinarian.
WHOO!
you fed like the fish in my aquarium
when I stop pullin cards Ima burying em
get my out, duct tape yo mouth
em in the trunk, and drive em down south
thats all Im gonna say, even speak about it
wont even leave a trace, see Im about it!
haters to hate. Bitchers love to bitch.
Im WELL to recognize a little snitch!
they got a spine, always run they mouth
like a chick they always gonna 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., that Im rated X.
You see me EVEN WITH the rain checks.

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

Id be loved then hated.
So I pay no mind to
these days most is faceless.
No class asses never tippin their
I feel bad for em, been left in their play pens
when they was kids, and handed
and now they see me up as a king
to the front of the line V.I.P.
free Bottle Service so, yo ON ME!
when I show up to the club its
Hey Johnny Richter , (you hear dat) hey Johnny
(you hear dat) hey Johnny
it sounds like Hey Richter, even the beats on my side
and sos a bunch of muthafuckers to ride

there is no question Im coming to kill the now,
me for the last round. Guaranteed to crush em man
woop em up and hang up the barbed wire.
ignoring they fake cries, still that thiss why
keep going and loving all the haters, they my belly full
splatter and scatter and mean mug em til they
finally I wont be your family, forever rappin & trappin
& fuck 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 what they like x4 KEEP ME BUMPIN THRU YOUR STEREO! Bumpin thru ur stereo, bumpin thru ur stereo, bumpin-B-bumpin, we be thru ur stereo!