Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

[Chorus: Young
They was I was broke, mad cuz I'm rich
So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this (uh-oh!!)
in the club, make 'em start a riot
Throw my up then go take 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 where yo at
It must be my 'Lac, sittin on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these niggas
See I'm on a hoe, I get down for mine
You need a hand-out bitch, don't ya time
If you don't work (you don't work), you don't eat (you 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
on nigga

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

[Verse 3:
Look, hatin' healthy, nigga so keep it movin'
These shots 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 never
I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl
I hustlers that do deal white
Jump stupid, find out what these boots like
Yea, know me, All-Star im so street (yea)
What it is, 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 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 hang, so I dropped my balls
You aint hit him wit no bullets shot the walls
You shoot to scare, I aim and
When I on you, they gon think yo brain aint real
Im heavyweight in the game, you
they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate