Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Get That Doe

Yo Pakman
(Aiyyo whattup Bis, I'm for the Rip Off man)
Yo I just wanna one thing (What's that?)
You ready to get dough (No doubt)
AIGHT!!

[Chorus: Canibus +
We be the rippers that'll if you act shady
After we fry you, we a blunt and then it's gravy
And you can her 'cause we don't care about ya lady
gotta get that dough! AIGHT!!

Aiyyo it's only a of rap critics
every had a close-encounter with this rap wizard
You wack can't rip it
In other words lyrics are to primitive
You to be more descriptive
Look at the way I flipped it, a True Hollywood
I manipulated this music business
Then I caked off two, by independent
How much you make an album? ten cents
I make about ten cents, sentence
It's my third album and I'm on my tempence
I don't brag; I'm keep it
I'm ain't hot; I'm the
I'm not being pompus, I went through a
I to be a prophit, now I make profits
You sound like garbage, one of these days you end up jobless
Pushin a shoppin cart with the same bottles
you was drinkin out of when shit was
I seen a on VH1 Documents
They talked your drug addiction and what was behind it
The bottom is, how much you sold
No one gives a fuck if you blow, you gotta get that
I'm of niggaz talkin about it, but I can't live without it
I'm stuck if I ain't got it, so what's the
Should I about material objects, and get on some
"How you me now bitch," wearing a shiny outfit?
(Nah Bis, don't do that on) Yeah, I know, I know
But no matter what I do get that dough, fo' sho'!

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When I get at you niggaz, ain't personal I gotta
Everything you spit, I'm predictin it's copper
You the type of nigga to force a to rock ya
Always got ya'self up in the of the drama
Frontin for 'cause ya niggaz told me you pussy
Need to get smarter and try to holler at the
Fuck with Canibus & Pak and get ass a coffin
FUCK what you thinkin faggot, we rippin open
Now is a new day and we be focused on the
get in you but the feeling for dough is greater
Piling with and you need to holler at the maker
If you don't do it now, then you face it later
Don't even think about tryna dim a shinin
You gon' fuck and get slapped up with the iron
Everything we do is with gettin paper
And you ain't talk about it, so nigga see you later

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If ya know ya comin from, ya know where ya goin
I doubt myself, not even for a moment
I'm proud of my music it's dope and I wrote it
True Hollywood Stories in October
Directed by none other than for a coper
It's no me, my commodity is growin
I'll fly anywhere on this planet to it
I should come out with my own line of clothing
I printed up some shirts and I sold 'em
I on stage, and I prove I'm a showman
is a microphone omen
I slam it I'm done to make sure that it's broken
The sick, man I'm already knowin
had the luxury to choose, I was chosen
Where I come from, is golden
Platinum I sold it, NO SHIT!!

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