Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' Pt. 1

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

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

hatin' motherfucker, quit 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 wear Jordans
Now bitches be on my dick when I pull up in a platinum '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 them lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie
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 champagne and

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 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, come all in my body, it's on

We to break your back and your hip
Smoke a sack and sip
Sit back and eat some shrimp
Stackin' chips as a mack and a pimp, in the club you gon'
But on the streets, my dro' for, six hundred a ounce

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quit hatin' motherfucker, quit
Quit hatin' pussy nigga, quit
God damnit
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 game on the Avalanche and you the blues
And blow white smoke up out the sunroof we keep it on cruise

I ride with a hog in the back and the
In the back and you on that
It's V. White, T. $hort, Twista boy we blazin' on track
It's just Eastside psycho-chronological mind-stopper
Keep a burner at yo' waist while we these haters proper

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

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

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

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

Yeah, we got some real players in this
Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Jon, Eastside Boyz, Delinquents
Yeah, we see you haters up in motherfucker
Tryin' to it like us real players but you know what we gon' do?
We gon' you motherfuckin' 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 slow it for the retarded people