Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Paper Up

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

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

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

Comin' down on tires, I'm on the block, holdin' it down
Like some [unverified] I keep the pokin'
I got the windows open, cup with somethin' potent
wheel still what I'm chokin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My vision's 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
Tell them suckas a hike baby, you see these future

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

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

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

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