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
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 love lost, cars with these bumps
But you others always want some and me true or false
I know you got tight game, but your been peeped too
Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and 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 understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dollars
And boys out of grown men, from chi to to los angeles smokin canibus
Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in atlanta on a burner

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 ridin in the benz/lac
But tell me can you 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 finger if you know it's me, so when the lights on
Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask
Dead wrong, if you think i, am on the paper chase cause you seent that i
Kick it on the sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin spead your love
And love and not pro-long
And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on hips and thighs lips
And i
Seems better when we put her 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 down exposed to, how many you can go

I ain't hatin she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and
Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really 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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3:
(ak)
Now identify who it was that labeled me, 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 they all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and 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 jeeps then bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just
Still in the c-a-d-i double l , double a-c always
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out