Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get This Paper

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

Martin Lee, innocent, he even have a chance
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in ambulance
That boy was fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel police killin' kids?

And then we get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
If it that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
See ice, the dope man paradise
Boy, think twice that dope have you doin' life

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

Yeah when you at us, just think about it
We don't own nothin, if we get money, we got a lil' few
But our family tore up, nigga, you gettin' the money
For the people in ya family that ain't got
When 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 with his name on the back
So when it's really all and done
What did you do this What difference did you make?

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

on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Well, them niggas got pistol grips
They been they killin' shit
But they all some hypocrites, haters, they let me be
When I come up to 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 felons because they caught us sellin'
And nine out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'

I go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
I need chance, I wanna meet that Man
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money
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 money, nigga
I got millions, and I'm still broke, nigga
'Cause ain't no motherfuckin' money, shit

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

They shippin' boys off, they in Iraq
This in that war that ain't never 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 takin' chances that cocaine comin' 'cross that border
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 thousand nights, I did a crimes
And now I'm beggin', Lord that you let me die this time
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my maker
No, I don't see them haters, so go get this paper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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