Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Paper

P: Ughhh! Ha ha!
E 40: Oooo! Huh? P whats up
MP: Whats up 40
E 40: to me weepilation.
MP: Dey dont we been doin dis.
E 40: Deezy Last Don.
MP: Bay playa nigga.
E 40: E Feezy Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea Area
all day
erytime. dis here. Element 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
the No Limit Records Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together no hesitation and erased
Any Old School memories of Northern California
Godzilla ballin and Bay stranglin and
Morning, night, day in
And dang near fallin on the freeway
Bobbin and weavin and ditchin and dodgin po-po, penelope
Tryin to convince em that me and the dope game wasnt gettin any
how
We had went our separate ways
Shit, we been had a
In and out of court, yet
was married any how and engaged
Pushed in the game at a age, trapped in a ghetto cage
Went from hardly any to, uh, plenty of
To, uh, speed chases to, uh, makin a dash
Uh, me sir can I have your autograph
And, uh, when new album droppin fool
other shit was cool
(Chorus)

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

Uh, n-neva let your guards
play defense neva offense
Cause suckas a try to make your kindness for
And damn sho try to your hand up unda falsified pretenses
this
Paint a portrait of next events
See if you can predict I was about to say
Within the next of sentences
impossible
To hard to
See right when he I was gone throw a slider
I threw him a knuckle
against the wall, knockin niggas out (knockin niggas out)
Hemmed up in da corner nigga thats Im about
P:
Feel my pain, sometimes I feel
tired of hangin in the ghetto takin food stamps
Cause this street life got me
But I hustle cause I gotta a baby
And only God can me
And aint no nigga in this hood play me
So when I Im a ball til I fizall
And when Im gone put my name on the
(Chorus)
[Ad-libs until