Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get This Paper

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

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

They tore down the projects, so where we move next?
They 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, 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 people in ya that ain't got nothin'
When it's all said and done, what do you

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

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

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

Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him
They gave my ten years, the system did him wrong
Now we're convicted felons because they us sellin'
And nine times out of ten yo' 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 money
No, I don't see you haters, so let's go get paper

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

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

They shippin' boys off, they in Iraq
This soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' it back
Nigga, this the battlefield, niggas 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 cocaine comin' 'cross that border
Tryin' to make it up out ghetto life, ain't gotta be this way
Them pigs, they came and kicked my 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 see them haters, so let's go get this paper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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