Luyện nghe bài hát Live From H8erville

"Nigga you shit!
You shit when you was here!
I you do that shit on-
That's the same you was doing at the pool room, nigga!
It nothin...."

1:

JTR and Dr. proudly introduce you
A new dude with a new
That probably not used to

try to
Dicect me like I worship
Cuz I go by aliases
to confuse you
But still to the nerve
To think I'm a fool to.

think that they know me
Cuz deep down I'm a cool

I see 'em in the streets
I look at niggaz "Who's you?"

not that I'm stuck-up
It's just the that I've been through

That happens when a motherfucker tries to you
how cool you try to be
That shit an ill you
That wants to walk up and down the and kill dudes
more
When it seems nobody feels you

I was
If ain't for you
it's against you

If niggaz watched your every
Then you'll be pissed to

You luck that I JUST carry carry a pistol
of gotten like Bin Laden
Strapped bombs and missles...

(Hook)

from Haterville
These haters a deal
To have a nigga
Or a niggaz mil
But I'mma keep it
And you how I feel
If you run up in my
Kill you and the you feel
(Live Haterville!)
Live from
haters made a deal
To have a nigga
Or a niggaz mil
But I'mma it real
And you how I feel
If you run up in my
Kill you and the hate you
(Live Haterville!)

(Verse 2)

a ride to
Where I
On the East
It's a world
Cover up the fleece hide

Motherfuckas to rob me
But if you got

Devil's
I dream
To the block up

a fuck less
If
If I get up
Next motherfucker up
The one getting shot up

And I don't give a fuck none of you think
with me and mines
I'll pop you till your is extinct

Find all that shit in grave
Find your ass lying off top like a fade

I up my mind
To
Be ahead of the
Listen
You can the world end in my ryhmes

And know I do music
And think it's amusing
I too
Cuz you thought it be me you'd be using
To up

If you run up
Blow your out your stomach
Got
Searching for the
Like fucking groupie hoes
(Live Haterville!!!)

(Hook)

Da Reefer:

I realy think y'all understand
I mean by Haterville
You see
Every city in every and every little town
Has a little bit of in it.

game!

(Verse 3)

My crime is my
a thirst for vengence
Living, with no regrets
In me no repentence

I come from the home of
Churches no Christians
The over-sentence
Requires me to spit this

Like a required
To teach school in

I'm in this to the system that under-estimates
My

riches
Money bitches

The law
They be the
The streets they be the

My
To stack chips
And poof like wishes

as this is they still call me vicious
Cuz I don't ignore the

I wigs
And
All you player haters
sickle-cell-syphillis

Infamous Scarecrow
No
I scare
Niggaz and stare like hoes
like me don't care though

I've got a of those

That the can suck
Nina than Peter and not afraid to bust

(Hook)

It's exciting, you know, in show business.
exciting.
I like going so I can show-off when I go home.
But some break my face.

"Nigga you shit!
You wasn't shit you was here!
I you do that shit on-
That's the same shit you was doing at the room, nigga!
It nothin....

Let me a dollar!"