Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

[Chorus: Buck]
They was glad I was broke, mad cuz I'm
So put that nigga out if it's a hater in this (uh-oh!!)
Stuntin in the club, make 'em a riot
Throw my up then go take 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 hand-out bitch, 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 ridin' wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat
figure out how to get to Peachtree
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 livin
Hustlin and niggas like a waiter for the paper
We ridin the strip in sumthin so wet
When ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga
Smokin' dro and drinkin' till a nigga get sick
Every city, every state, it's the ol' shit
Nigga money make the world go 'round so get ya on
These niggas snitchin' so much, I'm "fuck a phone"
Mad cuz im on, love to see me down
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 a gun fire
the trigger one time, sound like 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 aint never
I don't need my in the club, I'll brawl there
I know that do deal white
Jump stupid, find out what these boots like
Yea, yall know me, im so street (yea)
What it is, it aint, what it gon be

4: Hi-C]
I don't my gun, like a halftime football game
I aimed straight and I yall name
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 swear I was doctor
Im in the club with my muthafuckin' glock in
I had to let my nuts hang, so I dropped my
You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga shot the
You to scare, I aim and kill
When I dump on you, gon think yo brain aint real
Im heavyweight in the game, you
When hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate