Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get This Paper

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

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 tell me how I'm 'posed to feel police killin' kids?

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

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

when 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 tore up, nigga, you gettin' the money
For the in ya family that ain't got nothin'
When it's all and done, what do you own?

You own nothin', you don't own you
The playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey
He can't even be in a commercial 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 changin', yeah, they look so dumb, ain't it?
Wish they just kill 'em all, so now the Middle East, bangin'
Preachers in that pulpit, say teach that bullshit
So how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to with

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

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

I wanna go to Heaven, up to Promised Land
I need chance, I wanna meet that Man
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my maker
No, I see you haters, so let's go get this paper

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

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

shippin' boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
This soldiers in that war that ain't never make it back
Nigga, this the battlefield, fake scream, "Keep it real"
Yeah, yeah, rob, steal, to pay them bills

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

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

Our Father who art in
Please Lord, forgive me for that sellin'
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be
niggas dumb

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

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

They y'all niggas on vacation
'cross the nation, nigga
Y'all niggas caught up in the motherfuckin' hype,
Sellin' that white,

I've been there, done that,
Nigga, I'm from
Nigga, call that bitch [Incomprehensible], nigga
You yo' black ass down, nigga
You gon' make it, nigga

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

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