Luyện nghe bài hát Get'cha Paper

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

Detroit up you know we hot
30 years were and big locks
600's on chrome, you don't
Detroit we hot

My flow go, pop like a pistol
Shit, don't stop, its so
How many times I tell you how I do?
How times must 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 this non
Something that will you in half and times two ya
(ooh) I don't you are better then me
(no) Nobodys then me
Niggas quit believing they better then a nigga
thats merely letting them breath, I them with ease
Now come one, you can get
If you let your get you into something
your eraser 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 get my money up in here
is you with me?
(ooh) Nobodys better me
(no) I think your better then me
(ooh) Somebody believe
Getcha Paper, Now Go

You see how my it glows
and I'm here to get this
You can see my shit
And if you aint me (so?)
(How many?)
Hits does it for you to believe me?
(How many?)
Times do I gotta you its easy?
(How many?)
People must I run up on,
(How many?)
Bout to see the gun up
Nigga, we wanna get it up jumpin
Up in here but ya'll be
We can rumble anytime, ya'll talkin 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 Like you fittin to stop it
I'm donny ize, lottery It's in the pocket
I'm high, while im on top
While I'm living, while im
While I'm even to say "while I"

(Chorus)

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

Whoa, pause for a for the flow
Hands up for my niggas the D
A momment of for my enemies (tssh)
It wont turn to beef you fools
Do something to me or one of my
We lay low Master P and Snoop
With' high that will put you away
You don't wanna in front of the gun, when it's comin
like the abundance of like a hundred the numbers is runnin
I'm a rare form, you bled warm, be 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 right
The perfect song for the job, and it like...

- 2X