Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

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

[Verse 1: Young
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 on comin back
Tellin me she got yo club, and yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, sittin on Pirellis
The way I stacks, that's got these niggas jealous
See I'm hard on a hoe, I get for mine
You a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time
If you don't work (you don't work), you don't eat (you eat)
We go to jail, go to church, go to
I'm ridin' 'round wit in the A wit my heat
Tryna out how to get to Peachtree
Come on

[Verse 2: Murder]
Young nigga, but a certified
But youse a 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 the strip in sumthin so wet
ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick
Smokin' dro and drinkin' liquor till a 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, they love to see me
I know you let me shine and get mine

[Verse 3:
Look, aint healthy, nigga so keep it movin'
These shots will wake ya whole hood up, I'm through it
Chea, I'm used to it, I done 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 a nigga put it in the back of her throat
Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we aint never
I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl
I know hustlers do deal white
Jump stupid, find out what these boots like
Yea, yall know me, im so street (yea)
What it is, what it aint, it gon be

4: Hi-C]
I don't bust my gun, like a halftime football
I straight 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 doctor
Im in the club with my muthafuckin' glock in
I had to let my hang, so I dropped my balls
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 in the game, you featherweight
When they hear a nigga take a loss, wanna celebrate