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
Choppin up paper(with you) I do
You got me youuuuuu
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(ak)
Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you 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 lost, fitty cars with these 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, feel me and I'll 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 pennys out of
And boys out of grown men, from chi to texas to los angeles smokin
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 ridin in the
But me can you fade back?
Still ridin in the c-a-Fd-i double l, double a-c
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(ak)
Women love my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the
Point the 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 that i, am on the paper chase cause you that i
Kick it on the sundays at a party watchin bodies hene spead your love
And show and not pro-long
And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and lips
And i
better when we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and g stacks
But remember we packed, tennessee don't need that
But we back, nice hoe put her exposed to, how many hoes 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 labeled me, systamatic it's a habit,
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 givin g shot, party til the stop, divin in the pool and the
Rules, oh they all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and take a
To the til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, chrystille, now you lady
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 cold rhyme, slippin, just dippin
ridin in the c-a-d-i double l , double a-c always
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