Luyện nghe bài hát Quit Hatin' Pt. 1

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

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

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

High 'cause I'm tokin' the choke and on Purple Haze
And I'm coughin' got some new on my feet
Even my Caddy Jordans
Now bitches be on my dick when I pull up in a platinum '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 them lil' ol' thongs on, I can see they coochie lips
And she that thing up on me, so I do the damn thing and pop her
With a lil' that ha-hangin proper, drunk off champagne and vodka

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

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

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

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

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

Show me love when you see me, don't
If you take my woman me, what 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 your money, but whatchu gon'
I get 'em all, at the player's ball
Up against the wall, just got another number to

Y'all see me I'm a player, I do this 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 jealous goin' through yo' mind
You mad you guilty, goin' to do some time
Pay yo' pussy bill if you want a date
But you just talkin' shit I figure you just hate
You

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

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

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

You better get up, get out, get somethin', nigga, and frontin'
If I had no car and stayed with my
I'd be hatin' on somethin'
Nah, but nope, not me, I give 'em out, above the
You could 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 payroll and parolees dyin' to
That'll leave a hole in your dome like
Old school road games
You can't stop me shinin, I'm highly flammable like propane

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

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

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

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