Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Paper

P: Ughhh! Ha ha!
E 40: Oooo! Huh? P up boy?
MP: up 40 boy?
E 40: to me weepilation.
MP: Dey know we been doin dis.
E 40: Last Deezy Don.
MP: Bay playa nigga.
E 40: This E Feezy Fonzareezy your up out the Yea Area
all day
erytime. Like dis here. of
Surprise. Da Don Charlie Hustle. Check it out.
E 40:
Let it be writ and said, done and
That on the sixth month of June
Fonzarellie AKA Charlie Hustleezy
And my Third weepilation
From the No Limit Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together no hesitation and erased
Any Old School memories of Northern California
ballin and Bay stranglin and hustlin
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 gettin any
how
We had been went our separate
Shit, we been had a
In and out of court, yet
Neva was any how and engaged
Pushed in the game at a young age, in a ghetto cage
Went from hardly any to, uh, plenty of
To, uh, high chases to, uh, makin a dash
Uh, excuse me sir can I have autograph
And, uh, when your new album droppin
other shit was cool
(Chorus)

Get your man, get your paper
Get your paper man, get your
Get your or your scratch, get your skrill
Get your revvies man, get
Get your man, get your marbles
Get your marbles man, get your
Get your grits, get chettah, get your chips
Get your man, get paid
P:
Ughhh! wit da real, hang wit da Gs
Started from Richmond, California to New
Game wont change, these niggas fade me
Mama still pray for
Ghetto got me sick, dope and crack heads
Niggas on da front wit tech nines and lemon heads
And all I want be is a
Cause Im tired of from da rollas
Jumped in da rap and now dey cant hold us
Ghetto millionaires and still blowin
Keep my composure times hectic
Now I own a house in California, Orlando, and
And run wit the thug niggas
And made tapes for bitches and dealas
And push 600 wit a
The Bill Gates
The only wit a gold tooth
(Chorus)

Uh, let your guards down
Always defense neva offense
Cause suckas a try to make your for weakness
And damn sho try to shake your hand up unda pretenses
Sequence
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 throw a
I threw him a ball
Back against the wall, knockin niggas out (knockin out)
up in da corner nigga thats what Im about
P:
Feel my pain, I feel trapped
Nigga of hangin in the ghetto takin food stamps
Cause this street life got me
But I hustle cause I gotta a baby
And God can take me
And aint no nigga in hood gone play me
So when I Im a ball til I fizall
And when Im gone put my on the wizall
(Chorus)
[Ad-libs end]