Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' Pt. 1

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

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

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

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

On the flo', bend over, shake them titties and twurk them hips
With lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie lips
And she that thing up on me, so I do the damn thing and pop her
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, 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 came in new
And I got a single, get up in the lobby
I'm with that, come 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
Stackin' chips as a mack and a pimp, in the you gon' bounce
But on the streets, my dro' goin' for, six hundred a

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

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

me love when you see me, don't hate
If you take my woman from me, what you gon'
it to the game, if I lose, I lose
You know when a hoe is wearin' choosy shoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

I with a hog in the back and the vogue
In the back and you hatin on
just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we blazin' on track
It's just that Eastside psycho-chronological
Keep a 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 stayed with my
I'd be hatin' on somethin'
Nah, but nope, not me, I 'em out, above the knee
You could catch one in the torso, B-2-1-2, with me

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

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

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

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

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