Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' Pt. 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

See the ballin' niggaz in the
They came in new
And I got a single, get up in the lobby
I'm that, come 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 immaculate
chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce
But on the streets, my goin' for, six hundred a ounce

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You better get up, get out, get somethin', nigga, and stop
If I had no car and with my momma
I'd be hatin' on somethin'
Nah, but nope, not me, I give 'em out, 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 hitters on payroll and parolees dyin' to
That'll leave a hole in your like Rogaine
Old school like road
You can't stop me from shinin, I'm flammable like propane

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

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

Yeah, we got some 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 but you know what we gon' do?
We sift you motherfuckin' haters out
And we gon' beat yo' ass

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