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 we walk in the club and just be mean muggin'

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

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

High I'm tokin' the choke and smokin' on Purple Haze
And I'm got some new Nike's on my feet
Even my Caddy wear
Now be on my dick when I pull up in a platinum blue 'llac
They 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 them lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie
And she backin' that thing up on me, so I do the damn and pop her
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, drunk off and vodka

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

See the ballin' in the party
They in new Escalades
And I got a single, wanna get up in the
I'm with that, freak all in my body, it's on

We to break your back and your hip
Smoke a sack and 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' for, six hundred a ounce

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

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

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

You must be a 'cause you're nothin' but a trick
Tryin to give her all money, but whatchu gon' get?
I get 'em all, at the player's 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, you can't be like me
All you ass suckers in the place
You better stop starin' in my face

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

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

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

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 game on the Avalanche and you the blues
And blow white up out the sunroof while we keep it on cruise

I with a hog in the back and the vogue
In the and you hatin on that
It's just V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we on track
It's just that 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 stayed 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 hard to find
I got hitters on and parolees dyin' to shine
That'll leave a hole in dome like Rogaine
Old school road games
You can't stop me shinin, I'm highly flammable like propane

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

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

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

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