Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

Uhh, yeah! crackin y'all? Dub C
Still chasin this cheese, it down
Whassup
[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)
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm stackin G's (yeah, yeah)
Ain't afraid to bust back, all I need

it out
What they hittin fo'? 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 weed and my zag
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 tinter, the big spender
The realest nigga you know, like doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and
Gather the guests at my and throw my parole parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide
on paper trippin nia


Big beans or big or big screens
Befo' y'all a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, my eyes and rich roll 'em
my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry multiply gears
Toss in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high
The the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all
So they ready or not I'm snatchin it all
Wood and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that won't sang, transported dem
Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor money
Get the Neville's and blow doja with my stash on rich
And get my licked by the baddest bitch
ya, real boy major with tough shit they 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 go fo' forty-nine
No garbage no cut, just the bomb
Gots to get my hands on that new body
Floss all you nigga, toss 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 to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, 'em up
Hands I'm the motherfuckin man
Who else could take a hop and turn it to a national dance
the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants
with my rag on my cane in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin,
it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin


Dub C, extrordinaire, hood fabulous
Comin with fingers in the air
Y'all know time it is
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's
[WC] Dem dolla dollars