Luyện nghe bài hát Record Haters

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

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

Yo, check it out kid, I only like hip hop man, the real shit
You what I'm sayin', Redman, Wu Tang
You know what I'm sayin', I fool wit the Goodie Mob's
And I especially fool wit them E-40's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Champagne an coffin full of
Nigga know damn 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 the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphalt
Don't make no sense to talk that if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk
Zip up yo lip yo lip zip you up
Biatch, biatch, I gives a fuck,

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

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

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

When I started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind
In '89 ol' 'Mr. Flamboyant' shit was way ahead of his time
Had everyone an they grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine
Was in a major label an business 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 that independent paper
All about my ruh uh rap, uh I shine
Beat a muthafucka uh duh down, e'ry

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

Over sensation, never me
All you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
My niggas 3X laced me taught me how to say 'Fa sheezy'
Told me that them AZ muthafuckas don't phat means greasy

We can shoot it out, or we can
You an wanna squash the funk?
me some peace bitch

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

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