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 stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to back, paper's all I need (we rider rider riders)
Nigga I ain't yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah)
Ain't to bust back, paper's all I need

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


Big or big wings or big screens
Befo' y'all stands a ghetto with big dreams
I throw the dice, my eyes and rich roll 'em
Take my handkerchief and 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and high
The bigger the lick the 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 that won't 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 doja with my stash on
And get my dick licked by the bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with shit they ain't got
like 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 go fo' forty-nine
No garbage no cut, the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my on that new body style
all you nigga, toss liquor up
A rugged nigga smokin on a butt
Mashin and I 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
Hands I'm the motherfuckin man
Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a dance
Givin the fans a glance of a saggin his pants
my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin,
Fool it's yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin


Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, hood
through with fingers in the air
Y'all know what it is
[Nate] Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm stackin G's
Dem dolla dolla dollars