Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

Uhh, yeah! What's crackin Dub C
chasin this cheese, puttin it down
Whassup
[Chorus: Nate
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 ain't yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah)
afraid to bust back, paper's all I need

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


Big beans or big or big screens
y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich 'em
Take my and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry multiply shift
Toss fingers in the sky, fuck and stay high
The bigger the the bigger the hit to cash it all
So whether ready or not I'm snatchin it all
Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is
A trick that won't sang, transported dem
Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't shit
Look I'm tryin to touch that and Lyor Cohen's 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 they got
like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper

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

Testin testin, broadcastin
All day unleaded'll go fo'
No garbage no cut, the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my hands on new body style
Floss all you nigga, toss up
A rugged nigga on a cigarette butt
and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto
Shutted 'em up with the in the cut, I'm sweated to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, 'em up
Hands I'm the motherfuckin man
Who else could take a gang hop and it to a national dance
Givin the fans a glance of a rider his pants
my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin,
it's 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