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 where 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
haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your up

It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse
I'm crushing all like a coke can
I'm with that Damon Mix-O and Black Lac
In that Lac with the 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 [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, dismantle mics
And their heads bobb, that's my job
My mind on stackin' a wad, boys out here chasin'
Broads, look close, no mirage
I got somethin' for all them

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

They see me,
fresh with the paint, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, I'm comin' up
I get money, true, get your 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 so I'm known to pack a cannon
A sharp seein' hittin' targets Peyton Manning

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

don't know how to act
I'm back and countin' stacks
Postin' up on big wheels, tippen lex's don't get distressed
I'm out here banks, breakin' bread
And sippin' drank, accumulating, my taste
My straight and my paper chase

Ay salute me, I don't flip, neva that
But I how to get it, I know where the money at
Them haters down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, true, get your 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 so I'm grindin' all night
I gotta cup that's purple so it's oil and it's Spirte
I got some partnas in the cage, I be shootin' them
Them guys is all hype
Tell 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 slabbin' candy drops, punchin'
And slammin' broads, I got like Reggie Bush

My billboard got a lotta yards, I'm with Poppa Joe
I got dro on da low, I tha lean for a month or so
But I'm on it, I can't let go
I'm down with T.Farris and G.Dat, we switchin'
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 haters talkin' down, I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your 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