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

Now lets back gettin back and when we call facts,
I'm not conceited, but I'm all
You got the video of me and twista ridin in the
But me can you fade back?
Still ridin in the double l, double a-c always
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2
(ak)
Women love my philosophy, for spittin in the poetry
the finger if you know it's me, so flow when the lights on
Hittin in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you think i, am on the paper chase cause you seent that i
Kick it on the sundays at a party 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 down in my dime hat, layin and g stacks
But remember when we packed, tennessee need that
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many you can go

I hatin cause she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and
Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you wanna ride on the side
And chop it up later, you can sit and ride wit me, take a puff, get high
Wit me
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l double a-c
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3:
(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 g shot, party til the beat stop, divin in the pool and the
Rules, oh all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and take 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 jeeps then bentleys, vip and the 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, slippin, just dippin
ridin in the c-a-d-i double l , double a-c always
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