Luyện nghe bài hát Playa Hata

Why you wanna hate on me?
Oh-hoo-hoo,
Oh yeah,
Why you wanna playa 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 dust bein' kicked up, and yuk is down to lick up
Do a up, at an armor truck pick up

get tucked, up out the scenery
Wit greenery, stopped up, up, sew the block up wit creamery
The cream, I sling, got fiends on my
Like a fiend I dream, an hoes on my ding-a-ling

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

But notice, I got a mail now
'Cuz bump L U N I Z like hell now
You just a brown an' blood you know
Chris spreadin' faulty around the town like 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 talk mo than get shot to rumors when its loaded
Hatin' get yo exploded, quick, severed
The first I heard, I stole a credit card from Chris Webber

I never knew that, but who's that, an'
I heard them ridin' around smokin' in the back of my homies Lex
It be them broke ass, no
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 don't trip, no grip
Three times, get you bucked wit the nine

I thought the hatin' would stop, but the are passin' still
Sounds like that busta that 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 playa on me?
(Ooh)

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

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

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

Now I think the whole 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, snitch a bustaz
(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 sayin', don't get mad because you can't bump
But I'm still gonna spit it, you still don't get it
If it ain't noted, don't it
Hataz when it comes to sense you ain't showed 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 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)