Luyện nghe bài hát Playa Hata

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

Nobody can help him, so welcome to the of ski maskes
We blastes, to bust a couple of caps up in weak asses
The dust thats bein' up, and yuk is down to lick up
Do a up, at an armor truck pick up

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

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

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

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

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

I gots to, keep my business to
'Cuz hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors its loaded
Hatin' get yo grill exploded, quick,
The first thing I heard, I stole a credit card from Webber

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

I think you busta browns need to wise up, before we 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 hatin' would stop, but the rumors are passin'
Sounds like that that plugged mo holes than mass appeal
You need to stop, on
The C N O T E, D R U, and the L U N I Z

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

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

it down, oh yeah
Fo' the an, they homies
I am to let you know
Gotta think for you so [Incomprehensible]

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

Now I think the whole knows me, not what they should know
It's like rap an sellin' is all I'm good for
Hangin' in the hood for so long, I see why talk
Bitches, a bustaz home
(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, spit game, to get pootang, from a nimfo

Now I keep sayin', don't get mad you can't bump
But I'm still gonna spit it, 'cuz you don't get it
If it ain't noted, don't 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 wanna playa on me?
(Hate on me, yeah)

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

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