Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Paper

P: Ughhh! Ha ha!
E 40: Oooo! P whats up boy?
MP: up 40 boy?
E 40: to me weepilation.
MP: Dey dont know we doin dis.
E 40: Deezy Last Don.
MP: Bay playa nigga.
E 40: This E Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea Area
all day
erytime. Like dis here. of
Surprise. Da Last Don Hustle. Check it out.
E 40:
Let it be writ and said, and published
That on the sixth month of June
Fonzarellie AKA Charlie Hustleezy
And my Third Ward
From the No Limit Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together without no and erased
Any Old School classic memories of Northern
Godzilla ballin and Bay stranglin and
Morning, night, day in
And dang fallin asleep on the freeway
Bobbin and and ditchin and dodgin po-po, penelope force
Tryin to convince em that me and the dope game wasnt along any
how
We had went our separate ways
Shit, we had a divorce
In and out of court, yet
was married any how and engaged
Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto
from hardly any to, uh, plenty of cash
To, uh, high chases to, uh, makin a dash
Uh, excuse me sir can I have your
And, uh, your new album droppin fool
That other shit was
(Chorus)

Get your man, get your paper
Get your man, get your money
Get your fettie or scratch, get your skrill
Get your man, get paid
Get mail man, get your marbles
Get your marbles man, get your
Get your grits, get your chettah, get your
Get your man, get paid
P:
Ughhh! Ball wit da real, wit da Gs
Started from Richmond, California to New
Game wont change, these cant fade me
Mama still for baby
got me sick, dope fiends and crack heads
Niggas on da front porch wit tech nines and heads
And all I want be is a
Cause Im tired of runnin da rollas
Jumped in da rap game and now dey cant us
Ghetto and still blowin doja
Keep my composure when times
Now I own a in California, Orlando, and Texas
And still run wit the niggas
And made tapes for bitches and drug
And 600 wit a bulletproof
The ghetto Bill
The only president wit a tooth
(Chorus)

Uh, let your guards down
Always play defense neva
suckas a try to make your kindness for weakness
And damn sho try to shake your hand up falsified pretenses
this
Paint a portrait of next events
See if you can what I was about to say
the next couple of sentences
Technically
To hard to
See right when he thought I was gone a slider
I him a knuckle ball
Back the wall, knockin niggas out (knockin niggas out)
up in da corner nigga thats what Im about
P:
Feel my pain, sometimes I feel
Nigga tired of in the ghetto takin food stamps
Cause this street life got me
But I hustle I gotta feed a baby
And God can take me
And no nigga in this hood gone play me
So I ball Im a ball til I fizall
And when Im gone put my on the wizall
(Chorus)
[Ad-libs until