Luyện nghe bài hát Get'cha Paper

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

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

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

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

You see how my wrist it
and I'm to get this dough
You can see my explode
And if you aint 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 wanna get it up jumpin
Up in but ya'll be frontin
We can rumble anytime, ya'll niggas shit is nothin
Try to with nothin, but a hustler
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
While I'm high, im on top
I'm living, while im survivin
While I'm even to say "while I"

(Chorus)

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

Whoa, pause for a for the flow
Hands up for my niggas the D
A of silence 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' shots that will put you away
You don't wanna step in front of the gun, when comin
it's the abundance of like a hundred the numbers is runnin
I'm a rare form, you warm, be gone dead
You for me, beware all, lets go
Mami lookin cause of the strobe light
Hands up in the sky for the whole
You can get the thighs if it goes right
The song for the job, and it goes like...

- 2X