Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

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

[Verse 1: Buck]
Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby 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 yo money at
It be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these jealous
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 (you don't work), you don't eat (you don't eat)
We go to jail, go to church, go to
I'm ridin' 'round wit Scrappy in the A wit my
Tryna out how to get to Peachtree
Come on

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

[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 used to it, I done a gun fire
Pull the trigger one time, sound a gun fight
You was I was broke, now ya mad cuz ya hoe
Love it when a nigga put it in the of her throat
Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we never scared
I don't need my pistol in the club, brawl there
I know that do deal white
stupid, find out what these boots feel like
Yea, yall know me, im so street (yea)
it is, what it aint, what it gon be

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