Luyện nghe bài hát Choppin up That Paper

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(val young)
up that 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 you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury
No me, I'm a trustin g
Says shell never see , shell 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 some and tell me true or false
I know you got tight game, but game been peeped too
Monkey see , monkey will do, me and I'll feel you
We can ride in the backseat type all night
Sun up til the moonlight, dat(true dat), baby but you knew dat
First you gotta understand(uh-huh) we makin out of dollars
And boys out of men, from chi to texas to los angeles smokin canibus
Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in atlanta on a burner

Now lets pause back gettin back and we call facts,
I'm not conceited, but I'm all
You got the of me and twista ridin in the benz/lac
But me can you fade back?
ridin in the c-a-Fd-i double l, double a-c always
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(ak)
Women love my philosophy, for spittin in the poetry
Point the finger if you know it's me, so flow when the on
Hittin in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you that i, am on the paper 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 your 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, tennessee need that
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how hoes you can go

I ain't hatin cause she told you see I'm a player who can sit back and
player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really wanna 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 me, systamatic it's a habit, situation
When I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a I did,
So why you actin (? ) we crunk and did,
Run around g shot, party 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 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 caddy wit the rhyme, never slippin, just dippin
Still ridin in the double l , double a-c always
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