Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get This Paper

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

Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't have a chance
beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance
That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck they say he did
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel 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 and break it down
See that ice, the man paradise
Boy, better twice that dope have you doin' life

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

Yeah you look at us, just 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 family that got nothin'
When all said and done, what do you own?

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

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

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

Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels him home
They gave my 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 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
'Cause that ain't no money, shit

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

They shippin' boys off, they fightin' in
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, to pay them bills

Hey nigga, harder, hey so we grind harder
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, they came and kicked my do' in yesterday

I prayed a thousand nights, I did a crimes
And now I'm beggin', that you don't let me die this time
Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money
No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this

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

Yeah, nigga, they gave my ten years, nigga
What the you 'posed to do with that, nigga?
They my uncle twenty years, nigga
of fact, they gave 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 stupid shit like life,

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

been there, done that, nigga
Nigga, I'm from
Nigga, call that bitch [Incomprehensible], nigga
You bring yo' ass down, nigga
You ain't gon' make it,

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

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