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 in the club and just be mean muggin'

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

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

'cause I'm tokin' the choke and smokin' on Purple Haze
And I'm coughin' got new Nike's on my feet
Even my Caddy 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 the back

On the flo', they bend over, shake them and twurk them hips
With them ol' thongs on, I can almost see they coochie lips
And she backin' that thing up on me, so I do the 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 know we love to cut
I can it when they 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 that, come freak all in my body, it's on

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

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

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

Show me love 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 a hoe is wearin' choosy shoes

You be a magician 'cause you're nothin' but a trick
Tryin to give her all your money, but whatchu gon'
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 real player, I do this
You wanna me, 'cause you can't be like me
All you hatin' ass in the place
You better stop starin' in my face

Too many jealous thoughts goin' 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 wanna
You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, we got some real players in motherfucker
Too $hort, Twista, V. White, Lil' Jon, Boyz, Delinquents
Yeah, we see you up in this motherfucker
to kick 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'
hatin' motherfucker, quit hatin'
Now slow it down for the people