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 gators and big
on chrome, you don't stop
Detroit we hot

My flow 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, I'm thumbin this non Ruger
Something will tear you in half and times two ya
(ooh) I don't think you are better me
(no) better then me
Niggas better quit believing they then a nigga
thats merely letting breath, I dead them with ease
Now one, you can get swallowed
If you let your lead get you into
That your can't get you out of
I wrote a song about it, like to hear it it go
(ahhhhh haaaaaa) you very much

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

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

(Chorus)

Detroit up you know we hot
30 were gators and big locks
600's on chrome, you stop
we just hot
Young niggas fly at all times
Hoes 21 and with gangsta rides
Keep our guns by our at all times
Detroit we fly

Whoa, for a second for the flow
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' shots that will put you away
You don't wanna step in front of the gun, it's comin
it's 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 of the strobe light
Hands up in the sky for the night
You can get between the thighs if it goes
The song for the job, and it goes like...

- 2X