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 wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury
No matter me, I'm a g
Says shell see , shell 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 , will do, feel me and I'll feel you
We can in the backseat drunk type all night
Sun up til the moonlight, true dat(true dat), but you knew dat
First you gotta understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of
And boys out of grown men, from chi to texas to los smokin canibus
Puffin phillys after 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 tell me can you fade
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 me, so flow when the lights on
Hittin notes in the mac you can see me cause the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you think that i, am on the paper chase cause you that i
Kick it on the sundays at a party bodies sippin hene spead your love
And show love and not
And for a minute I can get wit I gone 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 don't that
But we back, hoe put her down exposed to, how many hoes you can go

I ain't hatin cause she told you see I'm a player who can sit back and
Floss player, 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, a blunt I did,
So why you (? ) we gettin crunk and did,
Run around givin g shot, party til the beat stop, in the pool and the
Rules, oh they all dead, 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
do it again
To an end, in a (? )
Less than then bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, dippin
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i l , double a-c always
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