Luyện nghe bài hát Playa Hata

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

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

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

Somethin' tremendous, they grip
Endless trips to Macy's, they me, so playa hataz, hate me
I keep the off my four-fifth, hold it in focus
Fools 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 brown an' blood you know
Chris spreadin' faulty around the town like club new vogue
Really

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

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

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

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

I think you browns need to wise up, before we ride up
Stop, sew up yo block, an sew lies up
don't trip, twice no grip
Three times, will get you bucked wit the

I the hatin' would stop, but the rumors are passin' still
Sounds like that busta that mo holes than 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 playa hate 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 here to let you
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 that B.S. 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 world me, not what they should know
It's like rap an sellin' is all I'm good for
Hangin' in the for so long, I see why they talk
Bitches, snitch a home
(Can we fo' a minute?)

You're wrong I won't be
I be there hand in hand wit the
Can it all be so
Like Wu-Tang, spit game, to get pootang, from a nimfo

Now I keep sayin', don't get mad because you bump
But I'm still spit it, 'cuz you still don't get it
If it ain't noted, don't it
Hataz it comes to common sense you ain't 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 wanna hate on me?
(Why you playa hate on me?)
Why you playa hate on me?

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