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, don't stop, its so
How many must I tell you how I do?
How many must I prove how I do?
You, get six million ways to die, one
Or, booya!
you can get one to ya
Hows to thump, when 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 better me
Niggas better quit believing they then a nigga
thats merely letting them breath, I dead them with
Now come one, you can get
If you let your get you into something
That eraser can't get you out of
I wrote a song about it, like to it here it go
(ahhhhh haaaaaa) you very much

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

You see how my wrist it
and I'm to get this dough
You can see my shit
And if you with me (so?)
(How many?)
does it take 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 but ya'll be frontin
We can rumble anytime, niggas talkin shit is nothin
Try to with nothin, but a hustler
You get like 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, im survivin
While I'm even to say "while I"

(Chorus)

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

Whoa, for a second for the flow
up for my niggas from the D
A momment of for my enemies (tssh)
It wont turn to beef you fools
Do to me or one of my crew
We lay low like Master P and
With' high shots will put you away
You don't wanna 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 warm, be gone dead
You prepare for me, beware all, go
Mami lookin robotic cause of the strobe
up in the sky for the whole night
You can get the thighs if it goes right
The song for the job, and it goes like...

- 2X