Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

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

[Verse 1: Young
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
me she got yo club, and where yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, that's on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these jealous
See I'm on a hoe, I get down for mine
You a hand-out 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 ridin' wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat
Tryna out how to get to Peachtree
on nigga

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

[Verse 3:
Look, hatin' aint healthy, so keep it movin'
These shots will wake ya hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm used to it, I made 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 scared
I don't my pistol in the club, I'll brawl there
I know hustlers that do white
Jump stupid, find out what boots feel like
Yea, yall know me, All-Star im so (yea)
What it is, it aint, what it gon be

4: Hi-C]
I bust my gun, like a halftime football game
I straight and I took yall name
And ya whole click 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 my muthafuckin' 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
When I dump on you, they gon think yo aint real
Im heavyweight in the game, you
When hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate