Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

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

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


Big or big wings or big screens
Befo' y'all a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em
Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the
Riders don't worry shift gears
Toss in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high
The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to it all
So whether they ready or not I'm it all
grains and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a ain't shit funny
I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's money
Get the money and blow doja with my stash on rich
And get my licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, boy major with tough shit they ain't got
like pagers, nigga 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 garbage no cut, just the bomb
to get my hands on that new body style
Floss all you nigga, liquor up
A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette
Mashin and I ain't lettin the up
Cause all songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough
Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to
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 of a rider saggin 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 with fingers in the air
know what time it is
[Nate] Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still G's
[WC] Dem dolla dolla