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 bust a couple of caps up in weak asses
The dust thats kicked up, and yuk is down to lick up
Do a stick up, at an armor 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 swing on my

Somethin' tremendous, they spend
Endless to Macy's, they trade me, so playa 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 little now
'Cuz everybody L U N I Z like hell now
You just a busta an' blood you know
Chris spreadin' faulty around the town like club new vogue
Really

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

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

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

I never that, but who's that, an' next
I heard them ridin' around crack in the back of my homies Lex
It be them broke ass, no
tryin' to quote that's 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 lies up
Once 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 wanna hate on me?
(Why you wanna playa, hate on me?)
Why you wanna playa 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 to let you know
think for you so [Incomprehensible] alone

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

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

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

Now I sayin', don't 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, don't it
when it comes to common sense you ain't showed it
I don't

Why you playa hate 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 hate 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 hate, hate on me)