Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

[Chorus: Buck]
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 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
Tellin me she got yo club, and where yo at
It must be my 'Lac, that's on Pirellis
The way I stacks, that's got these niggas jealous
See I'm on a hoe, I get down for mine
You a hand-out bitch, don't waste ya time
If you don't work (you don't work), you eat (you don't eat)
We go to jail, go to church, go to
I'm ridin' 'round wit Scrappy in the A wit my
Tryna out how to get to Peachtree
on nigga

[Verse 2: Murder]
Young nigga, but a playa
But youse a bitch nigga, a bonafide hater
They was glad I was broke, but now im livin
Hustlin and servin niggas a waiter for the paper
We down the strip in sumthin so wet
When ya see a nigga, wanna suck a nigga dick
dro and drinkin' liquor till a nigga get sick
Every city, every state, it's the same ol'
Nigga make the world go 'round so get ya hustle on
These niggas 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 ya whole hood up, I'm sleepin' through it
Chea, I'm used to it, I done a gun fire
Pull the trigger one time, 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 scared
I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll there
I hustlers that do deal white
Jump stupid, find out what these boots like
Yea, yall know me, All-Star im so (yea)
What it is, it aint, what it gon be

4: Hi-C]
I don't my gun, like a halftime football game
I aimed straight and I took name
And ya whole look all lame
You can catch me in the house 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 muthafuckin' glock in
I had to let my nuts hang, so I my balls
You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga shot the
You to scare, I aim and kill
When I dump on you, they gon think yo brain real
Im heavyweight in the game, you
When they hear a take a loss, they wanna celebrate