Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Paper Up

Ay gon' salute me, I 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My billboard got a lotta yards, I'm with Poppa 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 down T.Farris and G.Dat, we switchin' glass
Some of these boys ain't lastin' we still here countin' cash

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

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