Текст (слова) песни: Young Buck - Haters

[Verse 1]
Don`t ask me where tha fuck I`m from, or whudd set I claim
I git money (Yuh!), I got a lil` bit of both games in me
Niggas hate so tha marshburg hang with me
Feds wanna tap up my phone, `cause they can`t git me
I mite as well give it to ya since Dre sent me
Just sit back and kick ya feet up, okayye 50?
I`m on 1 and I just begun
I dare one of these blood claats come test me gun
Tha rude bwoi of tha south let me in dis bitch
I just wish Tupac was here to witness dis
Give me room to breathe and I`ma blow you away
I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day
Ayyyye, somebody gotta do it y`all
See I done been locked up and I don`t know who tha call
It`s my time, so everybody jump on tha train
With tha A.K. aimed I can shootdown a plane (Mothafucka!)

[Chorus : Kokane]
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do wrong?)
Just to wake up early, afta hustlin` all night long (Yeh-eh-eh-eh-uhh)

[Verse 2]
My gun damn near bigga then me
I ain`t tha nigga to beef
`Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentionin` me
I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencin` me
My homeboi come in tha courtroom and hit him with 3
I got tha mind of a nigga `bout to git him a kii (Yuh!)
All tha feins lined up, they just waitin` fo` me
Betta hurry-hurry, it`s about to go down
And don`t cha worry, I brought a 100 rounds (Buck!)
We gon` count to ten and then put tha clips in
Whoeva is tha last man standin` wins (C`monn)
You throw some money in tha hood and it always works
My niggas crazy, they`ll dig a dead body from tha durrt (Yeahh)
Betta watch ya mouth, `cause I been watchin` ya house
I`m in the bushes like "When dis nigga gon` come out?!"
It`s enough of dis he say she say shit
Now it`s time to find out who you wit`

[Chorus]

[Outro : Kokane]
Tha streets ain`t got no love (Oh but I`m a nigga on top of thangs)
These niggas don`t feel my pain (Oh these niggas don`t got a clue what I been through mayn`)
But I ain`t even lookin` for love (Oh but i ain`t lookin` fo` all ya sympathy)
I gots to just do my thang

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Young Buck - Haters [Verse 1] Don`t ask me where tha fuck I`m from, or whudd set I claim I git money (Yuh!), I got a lil` bit of both games in me Niggas hate so tha marshburg hang with me Feds wanna tap up my phone, `cause they can`t git me I mite as well give it to ya since Dre sent me Just sit back and kick ya feet up, okayye 50? I`m on 1 and I just begun I dare one of these blood claats come test me gun Tha rude bwoi of tha south let me in dis bitch I just wish Tupac was here to witness dis Give me room to breathe and I`ma blow you away I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day Ayyyye, somebody gotta do it y`all See I done been locked up and I don`t know who tha call It`s my time, so everybody jump on tha train With tha A.K. aimed I can shootdown a plane (Mothafucka!) [Chorus : Kokane] Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do wrong?) Just to wake up early, afta hustlin` all night long (Yeh-eh-eh-eh-uhh) [Verse 2] My gun damn near bigga then me I ain`t tha nigga to beef `Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentionin` me I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencin` me My homeboi come in tha courtroom and hit him with 3 I got tha mind of a nigga `bout to git him a kii (Yuh!) All tha feins lined up, they just waitin` fo` me Betta hurry-hurry, it`s about to go down And don`t cha worry, I brought a 100 rounds (Buck!) We gon` count to ten and then put tha clips in Whoeva is tha last man standin` wins (C`monn) You throw some money in tha hood and it always works My niggas crazy, they`ll dig a dead body from tha durrt (Yeahh) Betta watch ya mouth, `cause I been watchin` ya house I`m in the bushes like "When dis nigga gon` come out?!" It`s enough of dis he say she say shit Now it`s time to find out who you wit` [Chorus] [Outro : Kokane] Tha streets ain`t got no love (Oh but I`m a nigga on top of thangs) These niggas don`t feel my pain (Oh these niggas don`t got a clue what I been through mayn`) But I ain`t even lookin` for love (Oh but i ain`t lookin` fo` all ya sympathy) I gots to just do my thang [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Haters: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/124/1/2146.html Все тексты песен: Young Buck » Young Buck - Haters » Young Buck - G-Shit » Young Buck - Welcome To The South » Young Buck - Clean Up Man » Young Buck - Caught In The Wind » Young Buck - War Witcha Homeboy » Young Buck - Say It To My Face » Young Buck - Crime Pays » Young Buck - Money Good » Young Buck - Black Gloves » Young Buck - Stomp » Young Buck - Push Em Back » Young Buck - I Know You Want Me » Young Buck - I Ain`t Fucking Wit U! » Young Buck - Get Buck » Young Buck - Lose My Mind » Young Buck - Blood In Blood Out » Young Buck - Penny Pinchin` » Young Buck - Do It Like Me » Young Buck - Money In The Bank Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгений Исакевич - Два монолога » Евгений Исакевич - Кладоискатель » Елена Елизарьева - Жива старушка... » Евгений Клячкин - Смотрю, как складывалась жизнь... » Евгения Козина - Луна в кровавой дымке... » Евгений Бабенко - Конец света » Ежова Ира - Свадьба » Евгений Бабенко - Мастер » Елена Фролова - Sic vitа » Елена Фролова - Урок русского » Евгений Исакевич - Песня о соколе. Оратория для хора из большинства голосов и внутреннего голоса в скобках » Евгений Бачурин - Благодарность » Елена Фролова - Дочка-лодочка бежит по моей реке... » Елена Анпилогова - Песенка про детей и собак » Елена Казанцева - Ненавижу тебя и твою канарейку... » Евгений Исакевич - Ночной огонь » Евгений Коблик - Осенние птицы » Евгений Исакевич - Праздник » Елена Фролова - Это буду не я, это будут лоскутья молитвы... » Евгений Клячкин - Плач
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