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 me, I'm a trustin g
shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride
Wit me?
Now happy here and there now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps
But you others always want 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 all night
Sun up til the moonlight, true dat(true dat), baby but you dat
First you gotta understand(uh-huh) we pennys out of dollars
And boys out of grown men, from chi to texas to los angeles canibus
Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in atlanta on a actin

Now lets pause back gettin 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 fade
Still ridin in the c-a-Fd-i l, double a-c always
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2
(ak)
Women love my philosophy, for somethin in the poetry
Point the finger if you it's me, so flow when the lights on
Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me the mask gone
wrong, if you think that 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 show 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 we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and g stacks
But remember when we packed, tennessee don't need
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how hoes 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 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 double l double a-c always
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3:
(ak)
Now identify who it was that me, systamatic it's a habit, situation
I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a blunt I did,
So why you actin (? ) we gettin and did,
Run around givin g shot, 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 bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the back of a wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i l , double a-c always
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