Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

Uhh, yeah! What's crackin Dub C
Still chasin this cheese, it down
Nate?
[Chorus: Dogg]
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider riders)
Nigga I ain't yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I

it out
What they hittin fo'? Look I'm of all this chattin
Bullshit rappin, let's really get it
niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper
Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck
Dark fat and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador, it up back at'cha blastin ya
Off brand assassin-er, jackin for c'mon
Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive
The tinter, the big spender
The realest nigga you know, smellin doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow, swangin and Harleys
Gather the guests at my mansions and my parole parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide
on paper trippin nia


Big beans or big wings or big
Befo' stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em
my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry shift gears
Toss in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high
The bigger the the bigger the hit to cash it all
So they ready or not I'm snatchin it all
Wood grains and chrome the mode is hang
A trick won't sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a ain't shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor money
Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my on rich
And get my licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit ain't got
three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin

[Nate
is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. I

Testin testin, live
All day unleaded'll go fo'
No garbage no cut, just the pow-wow
Gots to get my on that new body style
Floss all you nigga, liquor up
A rugged nigga on a cigarette butt
and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my radio ghetto enough
'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, 'em up
down I'm the motherfuckin man
Who else take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance
Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his
with my rag on my cane in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin,
Fool sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin


Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, fabulous
Comin through fingers in the air
Y'all what time it is
[Nate] Nigga I rich yet, I'm still stackin G's
[WC] Dem dolla dollars