Luyện nghe bài hát High Haters

a I beat I guess we bobbin
a to z these suckers
doggy parks, me callin
grab mic, I be hoggin
honky party we go
is how the water flow
out the mouth a river
style cold me shiver
banging on the
and we on them now
get to on my set
we bring it back, bling
biggie how I do it
biggie BLOWW me prove 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, keep you it
Ill dust it, Ill it,
full & of it
Im eatin, Im
the on the weekend
money never sleep its creepin on the deep-end
radio, play me yo, hit the switch and it blow
to see you go, leave me bumpin thru your stereo!

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

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

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

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

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

Chorus: hater high, hater bye, 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 bumpin thru ur stereo!