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 know you got me you
up that paper(with you) I do
You got me youuuuuu
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(ak)
Now first you pimp wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury
No matter me, I'm a g
shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride
Wit me?
Now happy here and there ain't now love lost, fitty cars with bumps
But you others always want some and tell me true or
I know you got tight game, but your game been too
Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and I'll you
We can ride in the backseat drunk type all
Sun up til the moonlight, dat(true dat), baby but you knew dat
First you gotta understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of
And out of grown men, from chi to texas to los angeles smokin canibus
Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in 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 twista in the benz/lac
But tell me can you back?
ridin in the c-a-Fd-i double l, double a-c always
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(ak)
Women my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry
Point the finger if you know it's me, so flow 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
Kick it on the sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin hene spead love
And show and not pro-long
And for a minute I can get wit I gone tax on your hips and thighs lips
And i
Seems better we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and g stacks
But remember when we packed, don't need that
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how hoes you can go

I ain't hatin cause she you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and
Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really wanna 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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3:
(ak)
Now identify who it was that labeled me, it's a habit, situation
When I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, a blunt I did,
So why you actin (? ) we crunk and did,
Run around givin g shot, party til the stop, divin 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
Wanna do it
To an end, in a (? )
Less jeeps then bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the back of a wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin
Still in the c-a-d-i double l , double a-c always
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out