Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga Be Hatin'

Mmmm-hmm, be hating
Until they see you coming, and switch up conversation
Mmmm-hmm, still hating
My records and my rims, in rotation
Everytime you see me, I'm platinum get
And riding candy, with the suicide
And you can see, I got that million glow
And in words, I ain't worried-I ain't worried bout you hoes
Ain't worried, nigga I
Ain't worried, bout you (I show, I show)
I ain't worried bout you hoes, we worried
We worried, bout you hoes

Damn hating, a man I'm taking
Grands and making em throw, no man's mistaken
Any nigga talking hating, I his face in
Punch him in the gut once, and him constipation
Lil' from the altercation, or equitation
Make niggaz get in line, like when a fading
When Rasaq is heated, gon speak it
Now the lay you down, like a postropedic
I'm up chips, flossing a watch
Copping some kicks, your dip dropping a drop
Hotter the hip, raising the top is so sick
Squat in a drop, I'm too to stop
Your dame's on my jock claiming she not, you and he not
Instead of blaming your chick, you blaming
Niggaz act the as the cops, they handcuffing
When he sees his muffin, flirting and blushing
Hating on me is worthless cousin, don't hurt for
It just hurt the damn mall, when I go purchase nigga

And hating nigga, Rasaq on the block yeah

See niggaz ask for ten, and mo' they can spend
But be around when, you be out looking for them
We ain't friends, you know how to pretend
And just to get up in, my circle so you can win
And do haters be saying, I ain't hating I'm just saying
But never say it to me, they always say it to them
And he trying to get all, comfortable while he
On the sofa in your den, is that nigga be staying
It be the nigga, in the crib where you
And you did let him live, in crib for a bit
But he would back, to the crib with a chick
And forget that the rims, and the whip his
You at your spinning rims, and they chipped
But nigga didn't get, a damn job so there is
No of ever ever, getting your wish
Of him getting a bitch, and them getting them
You all the drinks, he sipping that liquor
He behind you talking, ad libbing ass
He lying to you, like he's not the dealer
Old two way contact, ass nigga
I hit a hater in the mouth, he on the South
Or we can get with it, if he hate on the North
Niggaz be opening they mouth, trying to hate on your
ass niggaz, stop hating you're soft, Koopa