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 gators and big locks
on chrome, you don't stop
Detroit we hot

My flow switch go, pop like a
Shit, stop, its so hard
How many times I tell you how I do?
How many times I prove how I do?
You, get six ways to die, choose one
Or, booya!
you can get one to ya
Hows to thump, when I'm thumbin this non Ruger
Something that will tear you in 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 breath, I dead them with ease
Now come one, you can get
If you let your lead get you into
That your eraser 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 this up in here
We want no trouble up in here
I gon' get my up in here
Ladys is you me?
(ooh) Nobodys then me
(no) I don't think your better me
(ooh) better believe
Paper, Now Lets Go

You see how my it glows
and I'm here to get dough
You can see my shit
And if you aint me (so?)
(How many?)
Hits it take for you to believe me?
(How many?)
Times do I tell you its easy?
(How many?)
People I run up on, and?
(How many?)
to see the gun up drawn
Nigga, we wanna get it up jumpin
Up in here but 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 a joke
Niggas why did you lie? 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 came up you we hot
30 years gators and big locks
600's on chrome, you stop
Detroit we hot
niggas 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
Hands up for my niggas the D
A of silence for my enemies (tssh)
It wont turn to beef till you
Do to me or one of my crew
We lay low like P and Snoop
With' high shots will put you away
You don't wanna step in front of the gun, when it's
like the abundance of like a hundred the numbers is runnin
I'm a form, you bled warm, be gone dead
You prepare for me, beware all, go
Mami lookin robotic of the strobe light
Hands up in the sky for the night
You can get between the thighs if it goes
The song for the job, and it goes like...

- 2X