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 Last Don.
MP: Bay Area nigga.
E 40: This E Feezy Fonzareezy your 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 writ and said, and published
That on the month of June 1998
Fonzarellie AKA Charlie Hustleezy
And my Third Ward
the No Limit Records Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together without no and erased
Any Old School memories of Northern California
Godzilla ballin and Bay and hustlin
Morning, night, day in
And dang near asleep 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 been went our 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, in a ghetto cage
Went hardly any to, uh, plenty of cash
To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makin a
Uh, excuse me sir can I your autograph
And, uh, when new album droppin fool
That shit was cool
(Chorus)

Get your money man, get paper
Get paper man, get your money
Get your fettie or your scratch, get skrill
Get your revvies man, get
Get your mail man, get your
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 Richmond, California to New Orleans
Game wont change, these cant fade me
still pray for baby
Ghetto got me sick, dope fiends and crack
Niggas on da front porch wit tech nines and lemon
And all I want be is a
Cause Im of runnin from da rollas
Jumped in da rap game and now dey cant us
millionaires and still blowin doja
Keep my composure when hectic
Now I own a in California, Orlando, and Texas
And still run wit the thug
And tapes for bitches and drug dealas
And push 600 wit a
The Bill Gates
The president wit a gold tooth
(Chorus)

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