Luyện nghe bài hát Suckaz N Hataz

(Intro: Uchie)
It's for real, they want to why all these haters is talking
me
and talking nonsense, This is with my man Filero
Records, Shut Em Down, listen to this

JC & (Uchie)
And we want to why these haters keep playing with me oh yah
(Hey and we want to know why these suckers they talk me)
And we want to know why these haters keep playing me oh no
(Listen, and we want to know why these haters playing with
me)

(South Mexican)
smoke kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma help them find that up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz what I
Just bought a house right next to Bush
In River Oaks, the nigga Los
In the club drunk, nah I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy Impala
Fall to my knees and give all to Allah
I blow big and I don't like pigs
I'm to put my trailor on MTV Cribs
But they say it's too small, not coverage
But I got two bedrooms and a new oven
I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm high as a
You could I'm f**ked up when you hear my album
The boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling you motherf**kers browsing, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
This green is so delicious, still bitching
Why don't you listen and rap like a christian
Mom you know I'm thugging ain't no f**king hope
The only I run is when I'm running dope
I shake it and I shook it, what you I'm stupid
I smoke kill and my dick's f**king crooked
Well you too, I'ma call my crew
Pack a 22 if you want some stu
Sipping 80 Proof, duece out the roof
Stomp a nigga down and wipe his shit off my
I'm at 3-25 if you more than 50
But I don't wiggy or that Milly Venillie
I'm strictly moving carpet, on the market
Cause hoes to pigs like a spider named Charolette

Valet it, 600 starship
Will this be cash, naw bitch you could it, ha ha

(Chorus)

(South Mexican)
I'm smoking on that doja, for my bitch
I signed her love poster then she gave me the
Dopehouse soldier I feel I'm closer
Peace to Faith up in that Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this is a jammer
I like to get drunk and start like Hammer
Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a
Sometimes my head like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I done had her, my gone gag her
Squeeze her and I grab her, I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome aimed and hit dome
Leave my click alone unless you want your gone
No chest no brains and no way to get
You want to be hard, freeze your body up
Five days in the dirt, I'm sure you'll up, ha ha yo

(Chorus)

(Outro: Uchie)
What I'm talking about, this is and Filero On the beat ya
me
Y'all gone from me in a little bit, uh
And ready for this, I'm going to do a little freestyle
While everyone is watching me, uh listen

(Uchie)
Hold up, in the cut
Coming through the hood my niggas in the truck
And uh from the school and the fools and the nuts
I'ma tell ya now we one balling never stuck
And bitches me love with some hugs and kisses
cause the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and some hard hitting
Or mabe cause my is at the top and they wished it
I come a long way, and I'm here to stay
That Dopehouse til I die or my fame
We got Screwston they be microphone rippers
Them creepers and crawlers artists are the
Throwdest shot callers, bone ass
And if ya to go to war we got some throwed ass dealers,
I'm out