Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

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

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

2: Lil' Murder]
Young nigga, but a certified
But youse a nigga, youse a bonafide hater
They was glad I was broke, but now im major
Hustlin and servin niggas like a 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 nigga get
Every city, state, it's the same ol' shit
Nigga money make the 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 gon' let me shine and get

[Verse 3:
Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so it movin'
These shots will wake ya whole up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm to it, I done made a gun fire
the trigger 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 scared
I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl
I hustlers that do deal white
Jump stupid, find out what boots feel like
Yea, yall me, All-Star im so street (yea)
it is, what it aint, what it gon be

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