Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get This Paper

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

Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance
They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that
boy was only fifteen 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 that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
See that ice, the dope man
Boy, better think twice that dope have you life

They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move
They them food stamps, they stop government checks
Hey, money, my motivator, my mouth, my maker
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 lil' few
But our whole tore up, nigga, you gettin' the money
For the in ya family that ain't got nothin'
When it's all and done, what do you own?

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

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

on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Well, them young niggas got grips
They been they killin' shit
But they all some hypocrites, haters, won't let me be
When I come up to them gates, I 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 convicted felons because they caught us sellin'
And nine out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'

I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Land
I need another chance, I wanna meet 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 that, nigga
Everybody tell me to get
Y'all niggas gettin' no motherfuckin' money, nigga
I got millions, and I'm still broke, nigga
'Cause ain't no motherfuckin' money, shit

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

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

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, they came and my mama do' in yesterday

I prayed a nights, I did a hundred crimes
And now I'm beggin', Lord 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 paper

Our Father who art in
Please Lord, forgive me for that crack
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be
niggas dumb

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

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

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

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

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

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