Luyện nghe bài hát Get'cha Paper

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

Detroit came up you we hot
30 years were and big locks
600's on chrome, you stop
we just hot

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

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

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

(Chorus)

Detroit came up you we hot
30 years were and big locks
on chrome, you don't stop
Detroit we hot
Young niggas fly at all times
21 and under with gangsta rides
Keep our guns by our at all times
we just fly

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

- 2X