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 were gators and big locks
on chrome, you don't stop
Detroit we 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 I prove how I do?
You, get six million to die, choose one
Or, booya!
you can get one to ya
about to thump, when 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 better then a nigga
merely letting them breath, I dead them with ease
Now one, you can get swallowed
If you let your get you into something
That your can't get you out of
I a song about it, like to hear it here it go
(ahhhhh haaaaaa) Thank you very

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

You see how my wrist it
and I'm here to get this
You can see my explode
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 just get it up jumpin
Up in here but be frontin
We can rumble anytime, ya'll talkin shit is nothin
Try to with nothin, but a hustler
You get like a blunt
Or you get smoked, or treated a joke
Niggas why did you lie? Like you to stop it
I'm ize, lottery ticket? It's in the pocket
While I'm high, im on top
While I'm living, while im
I'm even able to say "while I"

(Chorus)

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

Whoa, pause for a second for the
Hands up for my niggas the D
A of silence for my enemies (tssh)
It wont to beef till you fools
Do to me or one of my crew
We lay low like Master P and
high shots that will put you away
You don't wanna step in 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 bled warm, be dead
You for me, beware all, lets go
Mami robotic cause of the strobe light
Hands up in the sky for the whole
You can get between the if it goes right
The perfect song for the job, and it like...

- 2X