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 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: Young
Why you hate me Yo baby momma love me
She see me in the club, and up and hug me
I her no love, she keep on comin back
Tellin me she got yo club, and where yo 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 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 in the A wit my heat
Tryna figure out how to get to
on nigga

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

[Verse 3:
Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so it movin'
shots will wake ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm used to it, I done made a gun
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 know hustlers that do white
Jump stupid, find out these boots feel like
Yea, know me, All-Star im so street (yea)
What it is, it aint, what it gon be

4: Hi-C]
I bust my gun, like a halftime football game
I straight and I took yall name
And ya click look all lame
You can catch me in the house with a pyrex and it all caine
Put that metal in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor
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 shot the
You shoot to scare, I aim and
When I dump on you, gon think yo brain aint real
Im in the game, you featherweight
When they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna