Luyện nghe bài hát Playa Hata

Why you playa hate on me?
Oh-hoo-hoo,
Oh yeah,
Why you playa hate on me?

can help him, so welcome to the land of ski maskes
We blastes, to bust a couple of up in they weak asses
The dust thats bein' kicked up, and yuk is to lick up
Do a up, at an armor truck pick up

Then get tucked, up out the
Wit greenery, up, watch up, sew the block up wit creamery
The cream, I sling, got on my team
Like a I dream, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling

Somethin' tremendous, they spend
Endless trips to Macy's, trade me, so playa hataz, hate me
I keep the safety off my four-fifth, hold it in
didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest

But notice, I got a little now
'Cuz bump L U N I Z like hell now
You just a busta brown an' you know
Chris spreadin' faulty rumors around the town like new vogue
though

Why you playa hate on me?
Why you playa hate on me?
(Why you playa on me?)

Why you wanna hate on me?
Why you wanna hate on me?
(Ooh)

I gots to, my business to myself
'Cuz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when its loaded
Hatin' get yo exploded, quick, severed
The first thing I heard, I a credit card from Chris Webber

I never knew that, but that, an' next
I heard them around smokin' crack in the back of my homies Lex
It be them ass, no cash
tryin' to quote that's why the town got rid 'o Short

I think you busta need to wise up, before we ride up
Stop, sew up yo block, an sew them up
Once don't trip, no grip
Three times, get you bucked wit the nine

I thought the would stop, but the rumors are passin' still
Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes mass appeal
You to stop, hatin' on
The C N O T E, D R U, and the L U N I Z

Why you wanna hate on me?
(Why you playa, playa hate on me?)
Why you playa hate on me?
(Ooh)

Why you wanna hate on me?
(Hate on me, yeah)
Why you wanna playa on me?
(Ooh)

it down, oh yeah
Fo' the Luniz an, they
I am here to let you
think for you so [Incomprehensible] alone

Let me tell yo ass a story, yes just be hatin' to the fullest
But you can miss me wit B.S. that you stress
When you test the young Hugh Heff, the tech a up
get lit up, foo that's a rigg up

Now I think the whole world knows me, not what they know
It's rap an sellin' crack is all I'm good for
in the hood for so long, I see why they talk
Bitches, snitch a bustaz
(Can we fo' a minute?)

You're wrong I be offended
I be there in hand wit the pencil
Can it all be so
Like Wu-Tang, true game, to get pootang, from a nimfo

Now I keep sayin', don't get mad because you can't
But I'm still gonna it, 'cuz you still don't get it
If it noted, don't quote it
Hataz when it comes to common sense you showed it
I understand

Why you wanna playa on me?
(Playz play)
(Why you playa?)
Why you playa hate on me?
(Hate on me, yeah)

Why you playa hate on me?
(Why you wanna hate on me?)
Why you wanna hate on me?

Why you wanna hate on me?
(Hate on me)
Why you wanna playa on me?
(Why you hate, hate on me)