Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get This Paper

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

Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in ambulance
That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what 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 ain't that coke then we get that and break it down
See ice, the dope man paradise
Boy, better think twice dope have you doin' life

They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move
They takin' them food stamps, stop government checks
Hey, money, my motivator, my mouth, my money
No, I see them haters, so let's go get this paper

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

You own nothin', you don't 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 said and
What did you do this for? What difference did you

You see how the world changin', yeah, they look so dumb, it?
Wish they just '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 niggas I went to with

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

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

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

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

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

Hey nigga, time's harder, hey so we harder
We takin' chances that cocaine comin' 'cross that border
Tryin' to it up out this ghetto life, ain't gotta be this way
Them pigs, they and kicked 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 let's go get paper

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

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

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

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

been there, done that, nigga
Nigga, I'm Mobile
Nigga, they call bitch [Incomprehensible], nigga
You bring yo' ass down, nigga
You gon' make it, nigga

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

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