Luyện nghe bài hát High Haters

a beat I I guess we bobbin
a to z these suckers
doggy parks, me callin
grab mic, I be hoggin
honky here we go
is how the water flow
out the mouth like a
style cold me shiver
banging on the
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 pullin
bustin, you
my style, keep you it
Ill dust it, Ill it,
& plenty of it
Im eatin, Im
the parties on the
money never sleep its always on the deep-end
radio, play me yo, hit the switch and 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 what they x4
KEEP ME THRU YOUR STEREO! Bumpin thru ur stereo,
bumpin thru ur stereo, bumpin-B-bumpin, we be bumpin ur stereo!

you got son? 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 shovel out, duct yo mouth
throw em in the trunk, and em down south
thats all Im gonna say, wont speak about it
wont even leave a trace, see Im unique it!
love to hate. Bitchers love to bitch.
Im qualified to recognize a little snitch!
they got a spine, always run they mouth
a chick flick they always gonna sell you out!
I Soulja boy, but Im a SOLDIER, BOY!
and when the comes out, Ima say I told you boy!
Im an O.G., means Im rated X.
You cant see me EVEN WITH the checks.

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

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

there is no question Im to kill the haters now,
save me for the last round. to crush em man
woop em up and up from 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 mug em til they catapult
finally I wont be infectin your family, forever & 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! thru ur stereo, bumpin thru ur stereo, bumpin-B-bumpin, we be bumpin thru ur stereo!