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 it's a hater in bitch (uh-oh!!)
Stuntin in the club, make 'em start a
Throw my hood up then go it outside

[Verse 1: Buck]
Why you me nigga? 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
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 niggas jealous
See I'm hard on a hoe, I get for mine
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
They was glad I was broke, but now im major
Hustlin and servin niggas a waiter for the paper
We ridin down the strip in so wet
ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick
Smokin' dro and drinkin' liquor till a get sick
city, every state, it's the same ol' shit
Nigga make the world 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 and get mine

[Verse 3:
Look, hatin' aint healthy, nigga so keep it
These will wake ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm used to it, I made a gun fire
Pull the 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 never scared
I need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl there
I know hustlers that do white
Jump stupid, out what these boots feel like
Yea, yall me, All-Star im so street (yea)
What it is, it aint, what it gon be

[Verse 4:
I don't bust my gun, a halftime football game
I aimed and I took yall name
And ya click look all lame
You can me in the house with a pyrex and it cook all caine
Put metal in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor walls
Im in the club with my muthafuckin' in drawers
I had to let my hang, so I dropped my balls
You aint hit him wit no nigga shot the walls
You to scare, I aim and kill
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