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
up that 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 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 ain't now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps
But you others want some and tell me true or false
I you got tight game, but your game been peeped too
Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and I'll you
We can ride in the 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 out of dollars
And out of grown men, from chi to texas to los angeles smokin canibus
Puffin after phillys 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 of me and twista ridin in the benz/lac
But tell me can you back?
Still 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 it's me, so flow the lights on
Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you think that i, am on the chase cause you seent that i
Kick it on the sundays at a party watchin sippin hene spead your love
And love and not pro-long
And for a minute I can get wit I gone tax on your hips and thighs lips
And i
Seems better we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and g stacks
But when we packed, tennessee don't need that
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how hoes you can go

I ain't hatin cause she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit and
Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really wanna on the side
And chop it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, a puff, get high
Wit me
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l 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 (? ) we gettin crunk and did,
Run givin 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 than jeeps bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l , double a-c
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out