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

Now lets pause back 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 me can you fade back?
Still ridin in the c-a-Fd-i double l, a-c always
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(ak)
Women love my philosophy, for spittin in the poetry
Point the if you know it's me, so flow when the lights on
Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the gone
Dead wrong, if you think that i, am on the chase cause you seent that i
Kick it on the sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin hene spead your
And love and not pro-long
And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on hips and thighs lips
And i
better when we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and g stacks
But remember when we packed, tennessee need that
But we back, nice hoe put her exposed to, how many 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 ride on the side
And chop it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get
Wit me
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l a-c always
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(ak)
Now identify who it was that me, systamatic it's a habit, situation
When I'm a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a blunt I did,
So why you actin (? ) we crunk and did,
Run around givin g shot, til the beat stop, divin in the pool and the
Rules, oh they all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and a puff
To the til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, chrystille, now you lady
Wanna do it
To an end, in a (? )
Less than then bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin
ridin in the c-a-d-i double l , double a-c always
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