Представляем точный текст композиции "Haters Song" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Haters Song» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "Haters Song"
Lyrics to Haters Song : [Z-Ro] So much struggle and pain, Im stuck in the game Can somebody, help me please Im so sick of motherfuckers, steady capping up in my face Cause they got, a little cheese Ima be on my way, to pay one of these days Ready to bust, one of these A to the Ks Cant even count, how many blunts I blaze Wetter than syrup slide, riding on the way Cant nobody talk about pain like me, and thats about a god damn shame Nigga been pen pimpin ever since 91, and Im still in pursuit of my change I done been through a group, and a solo tape Trying to stay out the kitchen, and cook no mo cakes Cant stay on no crack, but Ill sell you a track And then a nigga, headed to another photo tape Trying to walk, on the straight and narrow But the straight and narrow, just to gets so thin Gotta fall off sometimes, but he know Im trying Not trying to sin, trying to earn the dividends Wonder why a nigga like me, bleed the fair Ever heard about rent, gotta pay that there Everybody everywhere I go, need somewhere So we living our life, like we dont care When Im posted up, I sting like a wasp Z-Ro paid the cost, to be the boss Me and my niggaz, use to be thicker than sauce Now, they dont even come to the house Im drowning in pain feeling the pain, and I really do miss my kin But a motherfucker like me, gotta feed my family One deep, I bring the bread in [Hook - 2x] I think you better let it go, just to let you know haters We been down too long, yall cant hold us down no mo [Slim Chance] Its Ms. Slim Chance, Im going for the crowd and I make em dance Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand How many mics I gotta break, till I make some grands They say Im ready, cause I wreck the flow Say they got pathetic, wont let it go All about the money, gotta get it and go And if you aint spending money, then you out the do No time for the games, try stay on my toes So if you asking that bullshit, better let it go Trying to get me a mill ticket, fuck getting sold Spitting the flow hitting the optimo, and I think you better let it go [Trae] You better let it go, before you get rushed in the game Why everybody, wanna be yelling my name Dont they know my stress, will make a nigga do thangs All the time, cause I be living thoed in the game 24/7, I be wrecking the microphone And leaving everybody stuck, cause Im wrecking on every song And tell them hating ass cats, who wanna hate me Im fin to bust on sight, when cocked with a beam Its a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine Aint no more waiting, Im fin to take whats mine Im a Guerilla Maab nigga, in the midst of plex Knocking niggaz on rest, to collect my checks Now what a wonderful world, we living in The way of life, got a nigga living in sin All that I wanted, was to make dividends Maybe get my T. a new house, with a Benz to get in And my kin folks, a platinum plack We done dominated rap, and yall know that And if you didnt know that, you better let it go We been down too long, and Im letting yall know [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] You going ball, steady trying to stand tall Never do nothing, but crawl Better get up off your knees, and develop some N-U-Ts Wannabes, and the wanna-be-mes I really been stilling, my status Theres never ever, gonna be another me Gonna take, too much practice I got too many motherfucking zones, up under the mattress Situation at hand, these motherfuckers Wanna talk down on me, cause I shine Even though I went a long way, I gotta keep on going So I read the root, when I grind Sure is funny to me, when a nigga give me my card Another ones, talking down Thinking they deserve the credit, they big headed like Frankenstein But sound like, Z-Ro when they rhyme One deep individual, up under God Keep faith, in you Jesus Lord But I really wanna know, will it ever get around to the good part Im so sick of the struggling, I wanna be bubbling But they setting up, road blocks Automatic mouth piece, fully loaded and cocked And all enemies, must be dropped Fuck it I said it first, and Ima say it again Im in it to win, Im never gon rest My 16s be like a quest, better sit back and prepare for my address Collaborated, by the Southside V-E-T Singing off always, R-I-D-G E-M-O-N-T, and a nigga gon stay one deep [Hook - 3x] [ Haters Song Lyrics ]
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