Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Paper Up

Ay gon' salute me, I don't flip, that
But I how to get it, I know where the money at
Them talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your up

They see me,
Ridin' fresh the paint, doors open
Them talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get paper up

It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse
I'm crushing all competition a coke can
I'm with Damon Jones Mix-O and Black Lac
In that Lac with the trunk cracked, I'm
the swingers collapse, I'm back, I'm stuntin'

Comin' down on gold tires, I'm on the block, holdin' it
some [unverified] I keep the swingers pokin'
I got the windows open, white cup with potent
Wood still what I'm chokin'

I'm on that Antwaan Lou, Hawk
And Freddie Thug, them mics
And make their heads bobb, my job
My mind on stackin' a wad, these out here chasin'
Broads, look close, no mirage
I got somethin' for all them

Ay gon' salute me, I flip, neva that
But I know how to get it, I know the money at
Them haters down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, true, get your paper up

see me, posen'
Ridin' fresh the paint, doors open
Them talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get paper up

I'm on the block holdin' posts like Jermaine O'
No ice grill, just cold steel, a gangsta grill
I'm down for that drama so I'm known to a cannon
A sharp seein' hittin' targets Peyton Manning

And you can catch me in the hood like a liquor
Roll dice, let's get that dough, I'm 6-8, I'm 10-4
I got Tish from black, that tip got my back
I put them elbows under the Lac and know they ta jack

don't know how to act
I'm leanin' and countin' stacks
up on big wheels, still tippen lex's don't get distressed
I'm out here chasin' banks, breakin'
And drank, accumulating, my Benz taste
My mind straight and my chase

Ay gon' salute me, I don't flip, that
But I know how to get it, I know the money at
Them haters talkin' down, I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get paper up

They see me,
Ridin' fresh with the paint, doors
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm up
I get money, true, get your paper up

My vision's nocturnal so I'm grindin' all
I gotta cup that's purple so it's oil and it's Spirte
I got some partnas in the cage, I be them kites
Them guys is all hype
Tell them suckas a hike baby, you see these future

Locs, you see them hundred
I'm on posters just one deep, ya get it, to coast
I'm slabbin' candy drops, punchin'
And slammin' broads, I got like Reggie Bush

My billboard got a lotta yards, I'm with that Joe
I got dro on da low, I keep tha for a month or so
But I'm on it, I can't let go
I'm with T.Farris and G.Dat, we switchin' glass
Some of these boys ain't lastin' we right here countin' cash

Ay gon' me, I don't flip, neva that
But I know how to get it, I where the money at
haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get paper up

see me, posen'
Ridin' fresh with the paint, doors
Them talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your up