Luyện nghe bài hát Choppin up That Paper

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(val young)
Choppin up paper(with you) I do it for you
You you got me lovin you
Choppin up paper(with you) I do
You got me love-in
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(ak)
Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in high-class luxury
No me, I'm a trustin g
Says shell see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride
Wit me?
Now here and there ain't now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps
But you others want some and tell me true or false
I know you got tight game, but your been peeped too
Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and I'll you
We can ride in the drunk type all night
Sun up til the moonlight, true dat(true dat), but you knew dat
First you gotta understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of
And boys out of men, from chi to texas to los angeles smokin canibus
Puffin phillys phillys I got my homies in atlanta on a burner actin

Now pause back gettin back and when we call facts,
I'm not conceited, but I'm all
You got the video of me and ridin in the benz/lac
But me can you fade back?
Still ridin in the double l, double a-c always
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(ak)
Women my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry
Point the if you know it's me, so flow when the lights on
notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you think that i, am on the paper chase cause you seent i
it on the sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin hene spead your love
And show love and not
And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your and thighs lips
And i
Seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and g
But remember when we packed, tennessee don't that
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many you can go

I ain't hatin she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and
Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really ride on the side
And it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get high
Wit me
Still in the c-a-d-i double l double a-c always
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(ak)
Now identify who it was that labeled me, systamatic it's a habit,
When I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a I did,
So why you (? ) we gettin crunk and did,
Run around givin g shot, party til the beat stop, in the pool and the
Rules, oh they all dead, choppin up the so we all rich, and take a puff
To the head til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, chrystille, now you
do it again
To an end, in a (? )
than jeeps then bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just
Still ridin in the double l , double a-c always
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