Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' Pt. 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

See the ballin' niggaz in the
They came in new
And I got a single, wanna get up in the
I'm with that, come freak all in my body, on

We about to break your 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, quit
Quit pussy nigga, quit hatin'
God damnit
God damnit

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

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

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

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

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 wanna
You

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

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

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

I ride a hog in the back and the vogue
In the and you hatin on that
just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we blazin' on track
It's just that Eastside psycho-chronological
Keep a burner at yo' waist we serve these haters 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, the knee
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 and parolees dyin' to shine
That'll leave a hole in your like Rogaine
Old school road games
You can't stop me from shinin, I'm highly flammable propane

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

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

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

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