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

[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
Tellin me she got yo club, and 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 for mine
You a hand-out 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 'round wit Scrappy 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 like a waiter for the paper
We ridin down the in sumthin so wet
When ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a dick
Smokin' dro and liquor till a nigga get sick
Every city, every state, it's the same ol'
Nigga money make the world go so get ya hustle on
These 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, aint healthy, nigga so keep it movin'
These shots will ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm to it, I done 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 a nigga put it in the back of her throat
Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we never scared
I don't need my in the club, I'll brawl there
I hustlers that do deal white
Jump stupid, find out what boots feel like
Yea, yall know me, All-Star im so (yea)
it is, what it aint, what it gon be

[Verse 4:
I bust my gun, like a halftime football game
I aimed and I took yall name
And ya whole click look all
You can catch me in the with a pyrex and it cook all caine
Put that in ya mouth, you gon swear I was doctor walls
Im in the club with my glock 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 real
Im heavyweight in the game, you
they hear a nigga take a loss, they wanna celebrate