Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

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

[Verse 1: Young
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 comin
me she got yo club, and where yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, sittin on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these niggas
See I'm hard on a hoe, I get for mine
You a hand-out bitch, don't 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 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, youse a bonafide
They was glad I was broke, but now im major
Hustlin and servin niggas like a waiter for the
We ridin down the in sumthin so wet
When ya bitch see a nigga, suck a nigga dick
Smokin' dro and drinkin' liquor till a get sick
Every city, state, it's the same ol' shit
Nigga money make the world go 'round so get ya on
These snitchin' 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 keep it
These will wake ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm to it, I done made 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 put it in the back of her throat
Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we never scared
I need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl there
I know hustlers that do deal
Jump stupid, find out what these boots like
Yea, know 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 metal in ya mouth, you gon I was doctor walls
Im in the with my muthafuckin' glock in drawers
I had to let my hang, so I dropped my balls
You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga the walls
You shoot to scare, I aim and
When I dump on you, gon think yo brain aint real
Im in the game, you featherweight
they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate