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: Last Deezy Don.
MP: Bay Area 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 and said, done and published
That on the sixth month of 1998
E-40 AKA Charlie Hustleezy
And my Third Ward
From the No Records Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble without 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 weavin and ditchin and po-po, penelope force
Tryin to convince em that me and the game wasnt gettin along any
how
We had been our separate ways
Shit, we been had a
In and out of court, yet
Neva was married any how and
Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a cage
Went from any to, uh, plenty of cash
To, uh, high chases to, uh, makin a dash
Uh, excuse me sir can I have autograph
And, uh, your new album droppin fool
That other was cool
(Chorus)

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

Uh, let your guards down
Always play defense neva
Cause suckas a try to make your for weakness
And damn sho try to shake hand up unda falsified pretenses
this
Paint a of these next events
See if you can predict what I was to say
Within the next of sentences
impossible
To hard to
See right he thought I was gone throw a slider
I him a knuckle ball
Back against the wall, niggas out (knockin niggas out)
Hemmed up in da nigga thats what Im about
P:
Feel my pain, sometimes I feel
Nigga tired of hangin in the takin food stamps
Cause this street life got me
But I cause I gotta feed a baby
And God can take me
And aint no in this hood gone play me
So when I Im a ball til I fizall
And Im gone put my name on the wizall
(Chorus)
until end]