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 know we doin dis.
E 40: Last Deezy Don.
MP: Bay Area nigga.
E 40: This E Feezy Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea
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
on the sixth month of June 1998
E-40 Fonzarellie AKA Hustleezy
And my Third weepilation
the No Limit Records Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together no hesitation and erased
Any Old classic 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 em that me and the dope game wasnt gettin along any
how
We had been went our ways
Shit, we had a divorce
In and out of court, yet
Neva was married any how and
Pushed in the game at a age, trapped in a ghetto cage
Went hardly 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, when new album droppin fool
That shit was cool
(Chorus)

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

Uh, n-neva let guards down
Always play defense offense
Cause suckas a try to make your for weakness
And damn sho try to shake your hand up unda pretenses
this
Paint a portrait of these events
See if you can predict I was about to say
Within the next couple of
Technically
To to call
See right when he I was gone throw a slider
I threw him a ball
Back the wall, knockin niggas out (knockin niggas out)
Hemmed up in da corner nigga thats what Im
P:
Feel my pain, sometimes I trapped
Nigga tired of hangin in the ghetto food stamps
Cause this street life got me
But I cause I gotta feed a baby
And only God can me
And aint no nigga in 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]