Luyện nghe bài hát Record Haters

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

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

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

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

Yo swole bank done turned to li'l ol anarxins
Get ready to pay the
pee wee no catchin'
Who got fo this brand new hundred?

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

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

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

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

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

Ya Hatin' bitches, trademark
There's no way you could get wit this, stick to nigga
We should you from existance
Niggas like 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 piss list, dude that be around Nas
You know, gay baby nigga said negative shit about me up

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

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

Champagne an coffin of skrill
Nigga know damn well yo punk ass got had no mills
I'm payin' full nigga an have yo head 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 gon' walk 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 'bout no hoe
Monkey biatch, biatch

Hatin' bitches, suave game and snitches
Learn about it bitch, we should you from existance
That's right, niggas like that be livin'
be livin'

Ya Record bitches, Record Hatin' bitches
There's no way you get wit this
Uh, we should cease you from
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' was way ahead of his time
Had everyone an they grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine
Was in a major label an business that uh didn't us to shine

It was me an my potna from 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 limosuine everywhere you go and fly private
That's what I was taught to do by my big thou
You can always be a nigga but a nigga ain't
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 them AZ muthafuckas don't believe phat means greasy

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

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

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