Luyện nghe bài hát Record Haters

Yo, it out
we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace
Yo up kid?
From the what, what, what is that you play for again?

The man, yea right, right
So tell me Rasheed, you know what I'm
This hip hop thang an everythang on
me, I mean, what, what, what's yo flavor?

Yo, check it out kid, I only like real hip hop man, the shit
You know what I'm sayin', Redman, Wu
You what I'm sayin', I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's
And I especially don't wit them E-40's

Nigga what the fuck they good fo? let's shoot fins
You got all the nigga, put up yo Benz
Nah nah, can't do that, why not? Ol' skool
Somethin' I done worked too hard fo quote me

Yo swole bank rolls turned to li'l ol anarxins
Get to pay the price
pee wee no catchin'
Who got change fo this brand new

Straight welfare when I break you niggas
I'm a have enough money to buy a bare
Spend about a half a thousand, boost up my coins
Preceed to spit mo than Donald Goins

This is so damn hemrigin that I be deliverin'
These don't understand my shit but they surrendurin'
Simmerin', rememberin' things that jumped off
spit on niggas than a, a bad cough

Messy hoes got my between they teeth
Just because I'm the west not the east
Graduated the dope game, phat ass wallets
What's that nigga name? Wallace

You gon' have to to respect yo elders mayne
I'm twomp bait ain't no need for you to record hate
Mind ya own or ya own gon you, nigga
The will biatch

Record bitches, suave game and snitches
Learn about it bitch, we should cease you from
That's right, niggas like shouldn't be livin', mutha fucka

Ya Record bitches, trademark
There's no way you could get wit this, stick to basketball
We cease you from existance
like that shouldn't be livin', biatch

Got another on my shit list
I'm a cut off his list, I mean my hit list
My rest in list, dude that be hangin' around Nas
You know, gay baby nigga said some negative about me up

In a magazine called 'After New York Undercover'
While I was, takin' a Kool Keith
Was on the front cover that's I
That's I spotted him

That nigga AZ tried to say that I deserve a platinum plaque
Nigga I was tapes out the trunk of my car
When you was runnin' drinkin' Simalac
All up in yo fake ass

Champagne an coffin of skrill
know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills
I'm payin' full nigga an I'll have yo where ever you at
I'm straight fool seem like someone shoulda been an told ya

That bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of
Don't make no sense to talk that talk if a nigga ain't gon' walk that
Zip up yo lip yo lip zip you up
Biatch, biatch, I gives a fuck,

major pain, nigga don't know a damn thang about me
You mutha fuckas don't nuttin 'bout no E-40 hoe
Monkey mouthed biatch,

Hatin' bitches, suave game and snitches
Learn about it bitch, we cease you from existance
right, niggas like that shouldn't be livin'
Shouldn't be

Ya Record Hatin' bitches, Hatin' bitches
no way you could get wit this
Uh, we cease you from existance
V-Town bitch, niggas like that shouldn't be livin', e'ry

When I first started off had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind
In '89 that ol' 'Mr. shit was way ahead of his time
Had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos wine
Was in a major label an that uh didn't want us to shine

It was me an my potna from Suave House Records, Tony
E-40, an The Click, 8-Ball an MJG gettin' independent paper
All my ruh uh rap, uh should I shine
a muthafucka uh duh down, e'ry time

40 get yo marbles man, get yo
Take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly planes
That's I was taught to do by my big homie thou
You can always be a nigga but a nigga ain't
he can't count his money no mo'

Over night sensation, me
All you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
My niggas 3X Krazy laced me me how to say 'Fa sheezy'
Told me that them AZ muthafuckas don't phat means greasy

We can it out, or we can fight
You an Rasheeda squash the funk?
Shoot me some peace

Record Hatin' bitches, hatin' bitches
Suave game and snitches, suave game and
We cease you from existance, that's rich
Niggas that shouldn't be livin', suck else

Ya Hatin' bitches, lil ol, biatch
There's no way you could get wit this, right
We should cease you existance, learn about it
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin', right