Luyện nghe bài hát Playa Hata

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

can help him, so welcome to the land of ski maskes
We blastes, to a couple of caps up in they weak asses
The dust thats bein' kicked up, and yuk is 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 grip
Endless trips to Macy's, they trade me, so hataz, hate me
I keep the off my four-fifth, hold it in focus
Fools didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the

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

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

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

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

I never knew that, but 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 quote that's why the town got rid 'o

I think you busta browns need to wise up, we ride up
Stop, sew up yo block, an sew lies up
Once trip, twice no grip
Three times, will get you wit the nine

I thought the hatin' would stop, but the are passin' still
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 playa on me?
(Hate on me, yeah)
Why you wanna playa 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 just be hatin' to the
But you can me wit that B.S. that you stress
When you test the Hugh Heff, the tech a spit up
Chest get lit up, foo a rigg up

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

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

Now I keep sayin', don't get mad 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 common sense you ain't it
I understand

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

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

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