Luyện nghe bài hát Playa Hata

Why you wanna 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 caps up in they weak
The thats bein' kicked 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 up wit creamery
The cream, I sling, got fiends on my
Like a fiend I dream, an swing on my ding-a-ling

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

But notice, I got a mail now
'Cuz everybody 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
Really

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

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

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

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

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

I thought the hatin' would stop, but the rumors are passin'
Sounds that busta 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 playa hate on me?
(Why you wanna playa, playa on me?)
Why you wanna hate on me?
(Ooh)

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

Break it down, oh
Fo' the an, they homies
I am here to let you
Gotta for you so [Incomprehensible] alone

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

Now I the whole world knows me, not what they should know
like rap an sellin' crack is all I'm good for
Hangin' in the hood for so long, I see why they
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
Wu-Tang, spit true game, to get pootang, from a nimfo

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

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

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