Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

[Chorus: Young
They was glad I was broke, mad cuz I'm
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 it outside

[Verse 1: Buck]
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 keep on comin
Tellin me she got yo club, and yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, 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 need a 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 '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 bitch nigga, youse a hater
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
ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick
Smokin' dro and liquor till a nigga 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 gon' let me and get mine

[Verse 3:
Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so keep it
shots will wake ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm used to it, I done a gun fire
Pull the trigger one time, like a gun fight
You was I was broke, now ya mad cuz ya hoe
it when a nigga put it in the back of her throat
Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we aint never
I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll there
I know hustlers that do white
Jump stupid, find out these boots feel like
Yea, yall know me, All-Star im so (yea)
What it is, it aint, what it gon be

[Verse 4:
I bust my gun, like a halftime football game
I aimed and I took yall name
And ya whole look all lame
You can catch me in the with a pyrex and it cook all caine
Put that metal in ya mouth, you gon I was doctor walls
Im in the club with my glock in drawers
I had to let my nuts hang, so I my balls
You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga the walls
You shoot to scare, I aim and
When I dump on you, they gon think yo brain aint
Im in the game, you featherweight
When they a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate