Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' Pt. 1

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

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

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

High 'cause I'm tokin' the choke and smokin' on Purple
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 from the

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' thing up on me, so I do the damn thing and pop her
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off and vodka

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

See the ballin' niggaz in the
They in new Escalades
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 back and your hip
Smoke a and just sip
Sit back and eat immaculate shrimp
chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon' bounce
But on the streets, my dro' goin' for, six hundred a

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 motherfuckah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I ride with a hog in the back and the
In the back and you hatin on
It's 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 get up, get out, get somethin', nigga, and stop frontin'
If I had no car and stayed with my
Then I'd be hatin' on
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 me all you want to 'cause I ain't hard to find
I got hitters on and parolees dyin' to shine
That'll a hole in your dome like Rogaine
Old school like road
You stop me from shinin, I'm highly flammable like propane

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

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

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

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