Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get This Paper

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

Martin Lee, innocent, he even have 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 to feel when police killin' kids?

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

They tore down the projects, so where we gon' next?
They takin' them food stamps, they government checks
Hey, money, my motivator, my mouth, my maker
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get 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 in ya family that ain't got nothin'
When all said and done, what do you own?

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

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

on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Well, them young niggas got pistol
been about they killin' shit
But they all some hypocrites, haters, they let me be
When I come up to them gates, I you say you heard of me

Now Kendrick Curtis gone, angels took him home
They gave my brother ten years, the did him wrong
Now we're convicted felons because they caught us
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 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 me to get money
Y'all niggas gettin' no motherfuckin' money, nigga
I got millions, nigga and I'm still broke,
'Cause ain't no motherfuckin' money, shit

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

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

Hey nigga, harder, hey so we grind harder
We takin' chances with that cocaine comin' that border
Tryin' to make it up out this ghetto life, 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 don't let me die this
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money
No, I don't see haters, so let's go get this paper

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

Yeah, nigga, they my brother ten years, nigga
the fuck 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,
the motherfuckin' judge in they face, nigga
And he gon' tell you some shit like life, nigga

They sendin' niggas on vacation
Nigga 'cross the nation,
niggas caught up in the motherfuckin' hype, nigga
Sellin' that white,

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

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

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