Luyện nghe bài hát Where The Haters At

[Chorus: Young
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
my hood up then go take it outside

[Verse 1: Young
Why you hate me nigga? Yo momma love me
She see me in the club, and up and hug me
I show her no love, she keep on back
me she got yo club, and where yo money at
It must be my 'Lac, sittin on Pirellis
The way I count stacks, that's got these 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' wit Scrappy in the A wit my heat
Tryna figure out how to get to
on nigga

[Verse 2: Lil'
nigga, but a certified playa
But youse a bitch nigga, youse a hater
They was glad I was broke, but now im major
Hustlin and niggas like a waiter for the paper
We ridin down the strip in so wet
When ya bitch see a nigga, wanna suck a dick
dro and drinkin' liquor till a nigga get sick
Every city, every state, it's the same ol'
Nigga money make the go 'round so get ya hustle on
These niggas so much, I'm like "fuck a phone"
Mad cuz im on, they love to see me
I know you let me shine and get mine

[Verse 3:
Look, hatin' healthy, nigga so keep it movin'
These shots will wake ya whole hood up, I'm through it
Chea, I'm used to it, I made a gun fire
Pull the one time, sound like a gun fight
You was I was broke, now ya mad cuz ya hoe
Love it when a nigga put it in the of her throat
Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we never scared
I don't need my pistol in the club, I'll brawl
I hustlers that do deal white
Jump stupid, find out what these boots like
Yea, yall know me, im so street (yea)
What it is, it aint, what it gon be

[Verse 4:
I don't bust my gun, like a football game
I aimed straight and I took name
And ya whole click all lame
You can catch me in the house with a pyrex and it cook all
Put that metal in ya mouth, you gon swear I was walls
Im in the with my muthafuckin' glock in drawers
I had to let my hang, so I dropped my balls
You aint hit him wit no bullets nigga shot the
You shoot to scare, I aim and
When I dump on you, gon think yo brain aint real
Im heavyweight in the game, you
When they hear a nigga take a loss, wanna celebrate