Luyện nghe bài hát Haters

How it feel
when shits real
Nigga my big
Whip peel through killin so I grip steel
Aimed wit sick
My trigger finger need benedrill
Sit you can get kill
Look how the switch
The hatin cause they ain't rich
They ready to infiltrate my bitch
Set me up and had me takin major bank
But fuck a fake she ain't shit
Enemies came to my first
I had some in the thrid row
I had a bitch merlow
her skirt low
Wit a glock and a fur
Ready to drop you at the blow
So much since I earned dough
It turned my into my worst foe
But I had to let the go
know y'all phony style
Keep it we ain't homies now

I'm navigatin in the six
I keep a on me yeah that's for show though
I spot a hater everywhere I go
So don't make me have to hit you the four four
I know you mad because I make a littel
If you a why you jealous like a hoe yo
I guess that's something only real know
And all my real still love the row yo

You know that imma get mine
Its time so I big grind
Lip for the bitch kind you
Spit rhymes a sick mind
thick dimes after we sip wine
Big chicks flip mine
Make the street
In a lowrider seat swiffle
Gotta do my
Cause it can't
paint drop
Chromed out with glass then a bank shot
Suckers mad cause hot
Gay fags cryin cause the cash is exactly they ain't got
Wheter you slang coke or make dope
can't hope they straight hope
Your boat and ya stay broke
But imma frontline
one time
Its crunchtime ya touch duck I'm finna duck nine
Niggas as punchline
And you rain on my sunshine

I'm in the six double
I a burner on me yeah that's for show though
I spot a hater almost I go
So don't me have to hit you with the four four
I know you mad because I make a littel
If you a gangsta why you jealous a hoe yo
I guess that's only real cats know
And all my niggas still love the row yo

Follow me now as we journey to them spots
Where them half knocks cook
And put you up in a wood box
And ain't a such thing as cops
Inside your bodies where they put
get some good blocks
I'm holdin
If you interested in me and you make or keep scrollin
I'm a wolf in sheeps
Yeah you keep
I wit one E-Y-E open
This cold world got the streets
When it gets dark shit and my heat pops
A quick sparks and splits
Now its come to
Use to be love wherever I come through
Now its fuck you
best to go hard
You know what's eastside to the yard
We pull hoe card
It break my heart that its time to trip
I love but I empty a clip

I'm in the six double
I keep a burner on me yeah for show though
I spot a hater everywhere I go
So don't me have to hit you with the four four
I you mad because I make a littel dough
If you a gangsta why you jealous a hoe yo
I guess that's something only real know
And all my real niggas still the row yo