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
Remember when could 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 camp 'til he died in that 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 can't get a job, we get them pounds
If it ain't coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
See that ice, the dope man
Boy, better twice that dope have you doin' life

They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move
takin' 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

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

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

You see how the world changin', yeah, they look so dumb, it?
Wish they kill 'em all, so now the Middle East, they bangin'
Preachers in that pulpit, say they that bullshit
So how we know bullshit? Same niggas I went to school with

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

Now Curtis gone, them angels took him home
They gave my ten years, the system did him wrong
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 meet that Man
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money
No, I don't see you haters, so go get this paper

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

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

shippin' boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
This in that 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 them

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

I prayed a 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 Father who art in
Please Lord, forgive me for crack sellin'
Thy Kingdom come, Thy be done
niggas dumb

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

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

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

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

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

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