Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get This Paper

R.I.P., Pooh Bear my dead homie
Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get bread, homie
Remember when they could 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 'til he died in that ambulance
That boy was only years old, fuck what they say he did
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when killin' kids?

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

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

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

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

You see how the world changin', yeah, look so dumb, ain't it?
they 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

Grabbin' on yo' nuts and get you merked
Well, them young got pistol grips
been about they killin' shit
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 Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him
They gave my brother ten years, the system did him
Now we're convicted because they caught us sellin'
And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who

I go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
I another chance, I wanna meet that Man
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my maker
No, I don't see you haters, so go get this 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, and I'm still broke, nigga
'Cause ain't no motherfuckin' money, shit

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

They shippin' off, they fightin' in Iraq
This soldiers in that war that never gon' make it back
Nigga, this the battlefield, niggas scream, "Keep it real"
Yeah, yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them

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, 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', Lord that you don't let me die time
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get paper

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

Yeah, nigga, they gave my ten years, nigga
the fuck you 'posed to do with that, nigga?
They gave my uncle 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 motherfuckin' in they face, nigga
And he gon' tell you some stupid shit life, nigga

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

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

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

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