Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' Pt. 1

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

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

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

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

On the flo', bend over, shake them titties and twurk them hips
them 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 that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and

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 when Whisper they say

See the ballin' niggaz in the
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 about to your 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 dro' for, six hundred a ounce

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

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

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

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

Y'all see me I'm a real player, I do nightly
You fight me, 'cause you can't be like 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, goin' to do time
Pay yo' bill nigga if you want a date
But you just talkin' shit I figure you just hate
You

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

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

Now you can catch me I-80 in the diamond lane gettin'
In the rearview, make a wrong move and I gotsta have head
I put 23's in the game on the Avalanche and you the blues
And blow smoke up out the sunroof while we keep 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 blazin' on
It's just Eastside psycho-chronological mind-stopper
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we serve these proper

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

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

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

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

Yeah, we got some real players in motherfucker
Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz,
Yeah, we see you haters up in motherfucker
Tryin' to kick it us real players but you know what 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 somethin'
Quit hatin' motherfucker, hatin'
Now slow it down for the people