Luyện nghe bài hát Get'cha Paper

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

Detroit came up you we hot
30 years were gators and big
600's on chrome, you don't
we just hot

My switch go, pop like a pistol
Shit, stop, its so hard
How many times must I you how I do?
How many times must I 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
that will tear you in half and times two ya
(ooh) I think 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 lead get you something
That your can't get you out of
I wrote a song about it, to hear it here it go
(ahhhhh haaaaaa) you very much

(Chorus)
Cause we get jumpin up in here
We don't want no up in here
I gon' get my 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 dough
You can see my shit
And if you with me (so?)
(How many?)
Hits it take 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 just 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 gutted like a
Or you get smoked, or like a joke
Niggas why did you lie? 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
While I'm able to say "while I"

(Chorus)

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

Whoa, pause for a second for the
Hands up for my from the D
A momment of for my enemies (tssh)
It wont turn to till you fools
Do something to me or one of my
We lay low Master P and Snoop
With' high shots that will put you
You don't wanna step in front of the gun, when comin
it's like the abundance of a hundred the numbers is runnin
I'm a form, you bled warm, be gone dead
You prepare for me, all, lets go
Mami robotic cause of the strobe light
Hands up in the sky for the whole
You can get between the thighs if it right
The perfect song for the job, and it like...

- 2X