Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Paper Up

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

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

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

down on gold 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
Wood wheel still what I'm

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

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 paper up

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

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

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

Boppers don't how to act
I'm leanin' back and countin'
Postin' up on big wheels, still tippen don't get distressed
I'm out here banks, breakin' bread
And sippin' drank, accumulating, my Benz
My mind straight and my paper

Ay gon' salute me, I don't flip, neva
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 with the paint, doors
Them haters talkin' down, I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get 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 is all hype
Tell them suckas a hike baby, you see these future

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

My billboard got a yards, I'm with that Poppa Joe
I got dro on da low, I keep tha lean for a or so
But I'm back on it, I 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 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, 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, true, get your paper up