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 it's a hater in this (uh-oh!!)
Stuntin in the club, 'em start 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 show her no love, she keep on comin
me she got yo club, and where yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, sittin on Pirellis
The way I stacks, that's got these niggas 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 ridin' 'round wit in the A wit my heat
figure out how to get to Peachtree
Come on

[Verse 2: Murder]
Young nigga, but a certified
But youse a bitch nigga, youse a bonafide
They was glad I was broke, but now im major
Hustlin and servin niggas like a for the paper
We ridin down the strip in so wet
When ya see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick
Smokin' dro and drinkin' liquor till a nigga get
city, every 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 shine and get

[Verse 3:
Look, hatin' healthy, nigga so keep it movin'
These shots will wake ya whole 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 scared
I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll there
I know hustlers that do white
Jump stupid, find out what boots feel like
Yea, know me, All-Star im so street (yea)
What it is, what it aint, it gon be

[Verse 4:
I don't my gun, like a halftime football game
I aimed and I took yall name
And ya click look 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 walls
Im in the club with my muthafuckin' glock in
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 yo brain aint real
Im heavyweight in the game, you
When they hear a nigga take a loss, wanna celebrate