Luyện nghe bài hát Playa Hata

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

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

Then get tucked, up out the
Wit greenery, stopped up, up, sew the block up wit creamery
The cream, I sling, got on my team
a fiend 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 the safety off my four-fifth, hold it in focus
Fools didn't to trip on my dick when I was the brokest

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

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

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

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

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

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

I the hatin' 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 playa hate on me?
(Why you wanna playa, hate on me?)
Why you playa hate on me?
(Ooh)

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

it down, oh yeah
Fo' the Luniz an, they
I am to let you know
Gotta think for you so alone

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

Now I think the world knows me, not what they should know
It's like rap an crack 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 I won't be offended
I be hand in hand wit the pencil
Can it all be so
Like Wu-Tang, spit game, to get pootang, from a nimfo

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

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

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