Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Paper Up

Ay salute me, I don't flip, neva 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 your up

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

It's Paul Wall baby, Spokesman
I'm all competition like a coke can
I'm with that Damon Jones Mix-O and Lac
In Lac with the trunk cracked, I'm swingin'
Until the swingers collapse, I'm back, I'm

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

I'm on that Antwaan Lou, Hawk
And Thug, dismantle them mics
And make heads bobb, that's my job
My mind on stackin' a wad, these boys out here
Broads, close, it's no mirage
I got somethin' for all frauds

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

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

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

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

Boppers know how to act
I'm leanin' back and countin'
Postin' up on big wheels, still tippen lex's don't get
I'm out here chasin' banks, bread
And sippin' drank, accumulating, my taste
My mind straight and my chase

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

see me, posen'
Ridin' with the paint, doors open
haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, true, get your paper up

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

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

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

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

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