Luyện nghe bài hát Record Haters

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

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

Yo, check it out kid, I only like hip hop man, the real shit
You know I'm sayin', Redman, Wu Tang
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? Nigga let's 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 nigga me

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

Straight outta welfare when I break you
I'm a have money to buy a bare fare
about a half a hundred thousand, boost up my coins
Preceed to spit mo supafly than Donald

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

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

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

Record Hatin' bitches, 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 Hatin' bitches,
There's no way you could get wit this, to basketball nigga
We should you from existance
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin',

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

In a magazine 'After watchin' New York Undercover'
I was, takin' a shit Kool Keith
Was on the front cover that's I
when I spotted him

That nigga AZ tried to say I don't deserve a platinum plaque
Nigga I was sellin' out the trunk of my car
When you was round drinkin' Simalac
All up in yo fake ass

an coffin full of skrill
Nigga damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills
I'm payin' nigga an I'll have yo head where ever you at
I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an 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' that walk
Zip up yo lip yo lip zip you up
Biatch, biatch, I a fuck, biatch

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

Record Hatin' bitches, suave and snitches
Learn it bitch, we should cease you from existance
That's right, like that shouldn't be livin'
be livin'

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

I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind
In '89 that ol' 'Mr. Flamboyant' shit was way 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 from Suave House Records, Tony Draper
E-40, an The Click, 8-Ball an MJG that independent paper
All about my ruh uh rap, uh should I
Beat a muthafucka uh duh down, time

40 get yo marbles man, get yo
Take a everywhere you go and fly private planes
That's what I was taught to do by my big homie
You can always be a but a nigga ain't rich
'Til he can't 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 believe means greasy

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

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

Ya Hatin' bitches, lil ol, biatch
There's no way you get wit this, that's right
We should cease you from existance, about it
Niggas like that be livin', that's right