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 you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury
No me, I'm a trustin g
Says shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really wanna ride
Wit me?
Now happy here and there ain't now love lost, fitty cars with these
But you others always want some and tell me true or
I know you got tight game, but your game peeped too
Monkey see , monkey 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 makin pennys out of
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 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 me can you fade back?
Still ridin in the c-a-Fd-i double l, double a-c
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(ak)
Women my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry
the finger if you know it's me, so flow when 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 paper cause you seent that i
Kick it on the sundays at a party bodies sippin hene spead your love
And show 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 when we put her down in my dime hat, cool and g stacks
But remember when we packed, tennessee don't that
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many you can go

I ain't 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 really ride 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 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 (? ) we gettin crunk and did,
Run around givin g shot, party til the beat stop, 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
do it again
To an end, in a (? )
Less than jeeps bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, slippin, just dippin
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l , a-c always
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out