Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

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

[Verse 1: Buck]
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
me she got yo club, and where yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, that's on Pirellis
The way I stacks, that's got these niggas jealous
See I'm hard on a hoe, I get down for
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 'round wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat
Tryna out how to get to Peachtree
Come on

2: Lil' Murder]
Young nigga, but a playa
But a bitch nigga, youse a bonafide hater
was glad I was broke, but now im livin major
Hustlin and servin niggas like a for the paper
We ridin down the in sumthin so wet
When ya see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick
dro and drinkin' liquor till a nigga 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 to see me down
I know you gon' let me and get mine

[Verse 3:
Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so keep it
These shots will ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm to it, I done made a gun fire
Pull the one time, sound 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 my pistol in the club, I'll brawl there
I hustlers that do deal white
Jump stupid, out what these boots feel 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, a halftime football game
I straight and I took yall name
And ya whole click look all
You can catch me in the with a pyrex and it cook all caine
Put that metal in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor
Im in the club with my glock in drawers
I had to let my nuts hang, so I dropped my
You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga the walls
You shoot to scare, I aim and
I dump on you, they gon think yo brain aint real
Im in the game, you featherweight
they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate