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 love-in
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(ak)
Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that luxury
No matter me, I'm a g
Says never 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 want some and tell me true or false
I know you got tight game, but your been peeped too
Monkey see , monkey will do, 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 makin pennys out of
And boys out of men, from chi to texas to los angeles smokin canibus
Puffin phillys after I got my homies in atlanta on a burner actin

Now lets pause back gettin back and when we 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 fade
Still ridin in the c-a-Fd-i l, double a-c always
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(ak)
Women love my philosophy, for spittin in the poetry
Point the finger if you know it's me, so flow the lights on
notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you 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 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 we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and g stacks
But remember when we packed, tennessee need that
But we back, hoe put her down exposed to, how many 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 do you really wanna ride on the side
And chop it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, 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 labeled me, systamatic it's a habit,
When I'm a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff 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, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and a puff
To the head til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, chrystille, now you
do it again
To an end, in a (? )
Less than jeeps then bentleys, vip and the 9
We in the of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin
Still ridin in the double l , double a-c always
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