Luyện nghe bài hát Get'cha Paper

uh, yeh
Rock City is the
This one is the
My Tre

Detroit came up you we hot
30 years were and big locks
on chrome, you don't stop
Detroit we hot

My flow switch go, pop a pistol
Shit, don't stop, its so
How times must I tell you how I do?
How many times I prove how I do?
You, get six ways to die, choose one
Or, booya!
you can get one to ya
about to thump, when I'm thumbin this non Ruger
Something that will tear you in and times two ya
(ooh) I think you are better then me
(no) Nobodys better me
Niggas better quit believing better then a nigga
thats merely them breath, I dead them with ease
Now come one, you can get
If you let your get you into something
That your can't get you out of
I wrote a song it, like to hear it here it go
(ahhhhh haaaaaa) you very much

(Chorus)
Cause we get this up in here
We don't want no up in here
I gon' get my money up in
is you with me?
(ooh) Nobodys then me
(no) I don't think your then me
(ooh) Somebody better
Paper, Now Lets Go

You see how my wrist it
and I'm here to get this
You can see my shit
And if you aint me (so?)
(How many?)
does it take for you to believe me?
(How many?)
Times do I tell you its easy?
(How many?)
must I run up on, and?
(How many?)
Bout to see the gun up
Nigga, we wanna get it up jumpin
Up in here but be frontin
We can rumble anytime, ya'll niggas shit is nothin
Try to fuck nothin, but a hustler
You get like a blunt
Or you get smoked, or treated a joke
Niggas why did you lie? Like you fittin to it
I'm ize, lottery ticket? It's in the pocket
While I'm high, im on top
I'm living, while im survivin
While I'm even to say "while I"

(Chorus)

Detroit came up you we hot
30 were gators and big locks
on chrome, you don't stop
Detroit we hot
Young stay fly at all times
Hoes 21 and with gangsta rides
Keep our guns by our sides at all
Detroit we fly

Whoa, pause for a for the flow
up for my niggas from the D
A momment of for my enemies (tssh)
It wont to beef till you fools
Do to me or one of my crew
We lay low like P and Snoop
With' high shots that will put you
You wanna step in front of the gun, when it's comin
it's like the abundance of a hundred the numbers is runnin
I'm a rare form, you bled warm, be gone
You prepare for me, all, lets go
Mami lookin robotic cause of the strobe
Hands up in the sky for the whole
You can get between the thighs if it right
The song for the job, and it goes like...

- 2X