Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

[Chorus: Young
was glad I was broke, mad cuz I'm rich
So put that out if it's a hater in this bitch (uh-oh!!)
Stuntin in the club, 'em start a riot
my hood up then go take it outside

[Verse 1: Buck]
Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma me
She see me in the club, and up and hug me
I show her no love, she keep on comin
Tellin me she got yo club, and yo money at
It be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these niggas
See I'm on a hoe, I get down for mine
You a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time
If you don't work (you work), you don't eat (you don't eat)
We go to jail, go to church, go to
I'm ridin' 'round wit in the A wit my heat
Tryna out how to get to Peachtree
Come on

2: Lil' Murder]
Young nigga, but a playa
But a bitch nigga, youse a bonafide hater
They was glad I was broke, but now im livin
Hustlin and servin niggas like a waiter for the
We down the strip in sumthin so wet
ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick
Smokin' dro and drinkin' till a nigga get sick
city, every state, it's the same ol' shit
Nigga money make the world go so get ya hustle on
niggas snitchin' so much, I'm like "fuck a phone"
Mad cuz im on, they love to see me
I know you gon' let me shine and get

[Verse 3:
Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so it movin'
These shots will wake ya hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm to it, I done made a gun fire
Pull the trigger one time, sound like a gun
You was I was broke, now ya mad cuz ya hoe
Love it when a nigga put it in the back of her
Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we never scared
I don't need my in the club, I'll brawl there
I know hustlers that do white
Jump stupid, find out what these boots like
Yea, yall know me, im so street (yea)
What it is, it aint, what it gon be

[Verse 4:
I don't my gun, like a halftime football game
I straight and I took yall name
And ya whole click look all
You can me in the house with a pyrex and it cook all caine
Put metal in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor walls
Im in the club with my muthafuckin' in drawers
I had to let my nuts hang, so I dropped my
You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga the walls
You to scare, I aim and kill
When I on you, they gon think yo brain aint real
Im in the game, you featherweight
When they hear a nigga take a loss, wanna celebrate