Luyện nghe bài hát Record Haters

Yo, it out
Today we're here wit basketball Rasheed Wallace
Yo up kid?
the what, what, what team is that you play for again?

The man, yea right, right
So me Rasheed, you know what I'm sayin'
hip hop thang an everythang goin' on
Tell me, I mean, what, what, what's yo

Yo, check it out kid, I only like real hip hop man, the shit
You know what I'm sayin', Redman, Wu
You what I'm sayin', I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's
And I especially fool wit them E-40's

Nigga what the fuck they good fo? Nigga shoot fins
You got all the bread nigga, put up yo
Nah nah, can't do that, why Ol' skool trophy
Somethin' I done too hard fo nigga quote me

Yo swole bank rolls turned to li'l ol anarxins
Get ready to pay the
pee wee no catchin'
Who got fo this brand new hundred?

outta welfare when I break you niggas
I'm a enough money to buy a bare fare
Spend about a half a thousand, boost up my coins
Preceed to mo supafly than Donald Goins

This game is so hemrigin that I be deliverin'
These niggas don't my shit but they surrendurin'
Simmerin', rememberin' things done jumped off
Lyrics spit on niggas a, a bad cough

Messy hoes got my between they teeth
Just because I'm from the not the east
Graduated from the dope game, ass wallets
What's that nigga name? Wallace

You gon' have to learn to respect yo mayne
I'm bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate
Mind ya own or ya own gon remind you,
The Click biatch

Record Hatin' bitches, suave and snitches
Learn about it bitch, we should you from existance
That's right, niggas like that shouldn't be livin', mutha

Ya Hatin' bitches, trademark
There's no way you could get wit this, stick to basketball
We cease you from existance
Niggas that shouldn't be livin', biatch

Got muthafucka on my shit list
I'm a cut off his list, I mean my hit list
My rest in piss list, that be hangin' around Nas
You know, gay baby nigga said some shit about me up

In a magazine called 'After watchin' New York
While I was, takin' a Kool Keith
Was on the front cover when I
when I spotted him

That AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque
I was sellin' tapes out the trunk of my car
When you was runnin' round drinkin'
All up in yo ass videos

an coffin full of skrill
Nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no
I'm payin' full nigga an I'll have yo where ever you at
I'm fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya

That bring the yellow nigga, jungle full of asphalt
Don't make no sense to talk talk if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk
Zip up yo lip yo lip zip you up
Biatch, biatch, I a fuck, biatch

It's major pain, don't know a damn thang about me
You fuckas don't know nuttin 'bout no E-40 hoe
mouthed biatch, biatch

Record Hatin' bitches, suave and snitches
Learn about it bitch, we cease you from existance
That's right, niggas like that be livin'
Shouldn't be

Ya Record Hatin' bitches, Record Hatin'
There's no way you get wit this
Uh, we should cease you existance
V-Town bitch, niggas like that shouldn't be livin', time

When I started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind
In '89 that ol' 'Mr. Flamboyant' shit was way of his time
Had an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine
Was in a major label an that uh didn't want us to shine

It was me an my potna from Suave House Records, Draper
E-40, an The Click, 8-Ball an MJG gettin' that independent
All my ruh uh rap, uh should I shine
Beat a uh duh down, e'ry time

40 get yo marbles man, get yo
Take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly planes
That's what I was to do by my big homie thou
You can always be a nigga but a nigga ain't
'Til he count his money no mo'

Over night sensation, me
All you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
My niggas 3X laced me taught me how to say 'Fa sheezy'
Told me them AZ muthafuckas don't believe phat means greasy

We can it out, or we can fight
You an wanna squash the funk?
Shoot me some bitch

Record Hatin' bitches, Record hatin'
Suave and snitches, suave game and snitches
We should cease you from existance, that's
Niggas like that shouldn't be livin', suck

Ya Hatin' bitches, lil ol, biatch
There's no way you get wit this, that's right
We should cease you from existance, about it
Niggas like that be livin', that's right