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
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 me, I'm a trustin g
Says shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna
Wit me?
Now happy here and ain't now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps
But you always want some and tell me true or false
I know you got tight game, but your game been too
Monkey see , will do, feel me and I'll feel 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 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 actin

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 tell me can you back?
Still ridin in the c-a-Fd-i double l, a-c always
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(ak)
Women my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry
the finger if you know it's me, so flow when the lights on
Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me 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 watchin bodies sippin hene spead your love
And love and not pro-long
And for a minute I can get wit when I tax on your hips and thighs lips
And i
Seems better when we put her in my dime hat, layin cool and g stacks
But when we packed, tennessee don't need that
But we back, nice hoe put her down 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 wanna ride on the
And chop it up later, you can sit back and wit me, take a puff, get high
Wit me
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i l double a-c always
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3:
(ak)
Now identify who it was labeled 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 givin 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
do it again
To an end, in a (? )
Less than jeeps bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just
ridin in the c-a-d-i double l , double a-c always
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