Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' Pt. 1

What, Wha', what, what?
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' Boyz
DawgOnce again at yo' ass
Bitch, go out to all the pussy niggaz
see us when we walk in the club and just be mean muggin'

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit
hatin' pussy nigga, quit hatin'
God motherfuckah
God damnit

Quit hatin' motherfucker, hatin'
Quit hatin' nigga, quit hatin'
God damnit
God motherfuckah

High 'cause I'm the choke and smokin' on Purple Haze
And I'm coughin' got new Nike's on my feet
my Caddy wear Jordans
Now bitches be on my dick I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac
They come and they ass crack, let me hit it from the back

On the flo', they bend over, shake them titties and them hips
With them lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they lips
And she backin' that thing up on me, so I do the damn and pop her
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and

Just 'cause it's us in the club they krunk, $hort and Twista
And I know the ladies we love to cut
I can it when they Whisper they say

See the ballin' in the party
came in new Escalades
And I got a single, get up in the lobby
I'm with that, freak all in my body, it's on

We to break your back and your hip
a sack and just sip
Sit and eat some immaculate shrimp
Stackin' chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon'
But on the streets, my dro' goin' for, six a ounce

hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin'
Quit hatin' nigga, quit hatin'
God damnit
God damnit

hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin'
Quit pussy nigga, quit hatin'
God damnit
God motherfuckah

Show me love you see me, don't hate
If you take my woman from me, you gon' say?
it to the game, if I lose, I lose
You never know when a hoe is wearin' choosy

You must be a magician you're nothin' but a trick
Tryin to give her all money, but whatchu gon' get?
I get 'em all, suited at the player's
Up the wall, just got another number to call

Y'all see me I'm a real player, I do nightly
You wanna fight me, 'cause you be like me
All you hatin' ass in the place
You stop starin' in my motherfuckin' face

Too many jealous goin' through yo' mind
You mad like you guilty, goin' to do time
Pay yo' pussy bill nigga if you a date
But you talkin' shit I figure you just wanna hate
You

Quit motherfucker, quit hatin'
Quit hatin' pussy nigga, quit
God damnit
God motherfuckah

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit
hatin' pussy nigga, quit hatin'
God motherfuckah
God motherfuckah

Now you can me I-80 in the diamond lane gettin' head
In the rearview, make a move and I gotsta have your head
I put 23's in the on the Avalanche and give you the blues
And blow white up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise

I with a hog in the back and the vogue
In the and you hatin on that
just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we blazin' on track
It's just that Eastside mind-stopper
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we these haters proper

You better get up, get out, get somethin', nigga, and stop
If I had no car and with my momma
Then I'd be hatin' on
Nah, but nope, not me, I give 'em out, above the
You could catch one in the torso, B-2-1-2, fuckin' me

Now you can hate me all you want to 'cause I hard to find
I got on payroll and parolees dyin' to shine
That'll leave a hole in dome like Rogaine
Old school road games
You can't stop me from shinin, I'm highly flammable propane

Quit motherfucker, quit hatin'
Quit hatin' nigga, quit hatin'
God motherfuckah
God damnit

hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin'
Quit pussy nigga, quit hatin'
God damnit
God damnit

Yeah, we got some real players in motherfucker
Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Lil' Jon, Boyz, Delinquents
Yeah, we see you haters up in this
to kick it like us real players but you know what we gon' do?
We gon' you motherfuckin' haters out
And we gon' yo' motherfuckin' ass

Yeah, that's right, whup hater's ass
his ass, like he stole somethin'
Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit
Now slow it for the retarded people