Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get This Paper

R.I.P., Pooh that my dead homie
Fuck that shit, hey, let's get this bread, homie
Remember when they catch a charge down in Atlanta
underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama

Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even a chance
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he in that ambulance
boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
So me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?

And then we get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
If it ain't that coke we get that 'dro and break it down
See that ice, the man paradise
Boy, think twice that dope have you doin' life

They tore down the projects, so we gon' move next?
They takin' them food stamps, they government checks
Hey, money, my motivator, my mouth, my money
No, I don't see haters, so let's go get this paper

Yeah you look at us, just think about it
We don't own nothin, if we get money, we got a few dollars
But our whole family tore up, nigga, you gettin' the
For the people in ya family that ain't got
When it's all said and done, what do you

You don't own nothin', you own you
The nigga basketball, he don't own that jersey
He can't be in a commercial with his name on the back
So when it's really all and done
What did you do for? What difference did you make?

You see how the world changin', yeah, they so dumb, ain't it?
Wish they just kill 'em all, so now the Middle East, bangin'
in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit
So how we know it's bullshit? Same I went to school with

Grabbin' on yo' nuts and get you merked
Well, them young niggas got grips
They been they killin' shit
But they all some hypocrites, haters, won't let me be
I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me

Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels him home
They gave my brother ten years, the did him wrong
Now we're felons because they caught us sellin'
And nine times out of ten yo' the one who tellin'

I go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
I need another chance, I wanna that Man
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my maker
No, I don't see you haters, so let's go get paper

Yeah, surprise, niggas, hey, we that, nigga
Everybody tell me to get
Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money,
I got millions, nigga and I'm still broke,
'Cause ain't no motherfuckin' money, shit

Y'all right into these motherfuckers' hands
ya life everyday for some bullshit, huh, nigga?
What yo' bank account say nigga? Oh, all?

They shippin' boys off, they fightin' in
This soldiers in that war that ain't gon' make it back
Nigga, the battlefield, fake niggas scream, "Keep it real"
Yeah, yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them

Hey nigga, time's harder, hey so we grind
We takin' chances with cocaine comin' 'cross that border
Tryin' to make it up out this ghetto life, ain't gotta be way
Them pigs, they came and kicked my do' in yesterday

I a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes
And now I'm beggin', that you don't let me die this time
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money
No, I see them haters, so let's go get this paper

Our Father who art in
Please Lord, forgive me for that crack
Thy come, Thy will be done
These niggas

Yeah, nigga, gave my brother ten years, nigga
What the you 'posed to do with that, nigga?
They gave my uncle twenty years,
Matter of fact, they my cousin life, nigga

I can ya how I feel, nigga
To be on that stand, nigga
the motherfuckin' judge in they face, nigga
And he gon' tell you stupid shit like life, nigga

They sendin' y'all niggas on
Nigga the nation, nigga
Y'all niggas caught up in the motherfuckin' hype,
Sellin' white, nigga

I've been there, that, nigga
Nigga, I'm Mobile
Nigga, they call that [Incomprehensible], nigga
You bring yo' black ass down,
You ain't gon' it, nigga

You guaranteed to go to motherfuckin'
black where I'm from, nigga
I come from the motherfuckin' impossible,

Now y'all niggas gotta deal with me,
I'm here, 4, new motherfuckin' money, nigga
D Boy Squad, Rich Boy, Da Don, yeah