Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' Pt. 1

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

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

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

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

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

Just 'cause it's us in the they krunk, it's $hort and Twista
And I know the ladies we love to cut
I can tell it 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
Smoke a sack and sip
Sit back and eat some shrimp
chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce
But on the streets, my dro' for, six hundred a ounce

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

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

Show me love when you see me, hate
If you take my woman from me, what you say?
Charge it to the game, if I lose, I
You know when a hoe is wearin' choosy shoes

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

see me I'm a real player, I do this nightly
You wanna fight me, 'cause you can't be me
All you ass suckers in the place
You better starin' in my motherfuckin' face

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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