Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' Pt. 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit
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?
it to the game, if I lose, I lose
You never know when a hoe is wearin' shoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

I ride with a hog in the and the vogue
In the back and you on that
It's just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we on track
It's just that 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 stop
If I had no car and stayed with my
Then I'd be on somethin'
Nah, but nope, not me, I 'em out, above the knee
You could catch one in the torso, B-2-1-2, fuckin' me

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

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

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

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

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