Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

Uhh, yeah! What's crackin Dub C
Still this cheese, puttin it down
Nate?
[Chorus: Dogg]
Nigga I rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider riders)
I ain't rich 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
Y'all ain't 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 ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador, it up back at'cha blastin ya
Off assassin-er, jackin for figures c'mon
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, swangin and Harleys
Gather the guests at my and throw my parole parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; my game to worldwide nation
on paper trippin nia


Big beans or big or big screens
Befo' y'all stands a nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, my eyes and rich roll 'em
Take my and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry multiply shift
fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high
The the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all
So whether ready or not I'm snatchin it all
Wood grains and frames the mode is hang
A trick that sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's
Get the Neville's money and blow with my stash on rich
And get my licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy with tough shit they ain't got
like three-way pagers, nigga I'm 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, the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my hands on that new style
Floss all you nigga, liquor up
A nigga smokin on a cigarette butt
Mashin and I ain't lettin the up
all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough
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 take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance
Givin the fans a of a rider saggin his pants
with my rag on my standin 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
know what time it is
[Nate] I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's
[WC] Dem dolla dollars