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, make 'em a riot
Throw my up then go take it outside

[Verse 1: Young
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 on comin back
Tellin me she got yo club, and yo money at
It be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis
The way I stacks, that's got these niggas jealous
See I'm hard on a hoe, I get for mine
You need a hand-out bitch, waste ya time
If you don't work (you don't work), you 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
figure out how to get to Peachtree
Come on

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

[Verse 3:
Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so it movin'
These shots will wake ya whole hood up, I'm through it
Chea, I'm to it, I done made a gun fire
Pull the one time, sound like a gun fight
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 aint never
I need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl there
I know hustlers that do white
Jump stupid, out what these boots feel like
Yea, know me, All-Star im so street (yea)
What it is, what it aint, it gon be

4: Hi-C]
I don't bust my gun, like a halftime football
I aimed straight and I yall name
And ya click look all lame
You can me in the house with a pyrex and it cook all caine
Put that in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor walls
Im in the club with my muthafuckin' glock in
I had to let my hang, so I dropped my balls
You aint hit him wit no nigga shot the walls
You to scare, I aim and kill
When I dump on you, gon think yo brain aint real
Im heavyweight in the game, you
they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate