Luyện nghe bài hát Playa Hata

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

Nobody can help him, so welcome to the land of ski
We blastes, to a couple of caps up in they weak asses
The dust thats 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, up, watch up, sew the block up wit creamery
The cream, I sling, got on my team
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 playa hataz, 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 mail now
'Cuz everybody L U N I Z like hell now
You a busta brown an' blood you know
Chris spreadin' faulty rumors around the town club new vogue
Really

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

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

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

I never that, but who's that, an' next
I heard them ridin' around smokin' crack in the back of my Lex
It be broke ass, no cash
Bustaz tryin' to 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 trip, twice 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, playa on me?)
Why you wanna 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, homies
I am to let you know
think 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. that you
When you the young Hugh Heff, the tech a spit up
Chest get lit up, foo that's a up

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

You're I won't 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 bump
But I'm still gonna 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 don't

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

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

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