Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' Pt. 1

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

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

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

High 'cause I'm the choke and smokin' on Purple Haze
And I'm coughin' got new Nike's on my feet
Even my wear Jordans
Now bitches be on my 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', they bend over, them titties and twurk them hips
With lil' ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie lips
And she that thing up on me, so I do the damn thing and pop her
With a lil' curl that ha-hangin proper, off champagne and vodka

Just 'cause it's us in the they krunk, it's $hort and Twista
And I know the ladies know we to cut
I can tell it 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, freak all in my body, it's on

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

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

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

Show me love 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 when a hoe is wearin' shoes

You must be a magician 'cause you're nothin' but a
Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu get?
I get 'em all, suited at the ball
Up the wall, just got another number 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 thoughts goin' through yo'
You mad like you guilty, to do some time
Pay yo' pussy bill if you want a date
But you just talkin' I figure you just wanna hate
You

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

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

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

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

You better get up, get out, get somethin', nigga, and stop
If I had no car and stayed with my
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, with 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 from shinin, I'm highly flammable like

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

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

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

Yeah, that's right, whup that ass
Beat his ass, like he stole
Quit hatin' motherfucker, hatin'
Now slow it down for the people