Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

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

it out
What hittin fo'? Look I'm sick of all this chattin
Bullshit rappin, let's get it a-crackin
Y'all niggaz ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper
Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck
Dark fat laces and with big-ass faces
gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with and my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back blastin ya
Off brand assassin-er, jackin for c'mon
Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive
The tinter, the big spender
The realest you know, smellin like doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow, swangin and Harleys
Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; my game to worldwide nation
Tippin on paper nia


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

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

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


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