Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get This Paper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised
I another chance, I wanna meet 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 behind that,
tell me to get money
Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money,
I got millions, nigga and I'm still broke,
'Cause that no motherfuckin' money, shit

Y'all playin' right these motherfuckers' hands
Risk ya life everyday for bullshit, huh, nigga?
What yo' account say nigga? Oh, that's all?

They boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
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, to pay them bills

Hey nigga, harder, hey so we grind harder
We chances with that 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 maker
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this

Our who art in Heaven
Lord, forgive me for that crack sellin'
Thy Kingdom come, Thy be done
These niggas

Yeah, nigga, they gave my ten years, nigga
What the fuck you 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 motherfuckin' stand, nigga
Lookin' the motherfuckin' in they face, nigga
And he gon' you some stupid shit like life, nigga

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

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

You to go to motherfuckin' prison
Bein' where I'm from, nigga
I come from the motherfuckin' impossible,

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