Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

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

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


Big beans or big or big screens
Befo' stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, my eyes and rich roll 'em
Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, know the slogan
Riders don't multiply shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay
The the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all
So whether they or not I'm snatchin it all
Wood and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a ain't shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch Rush and Lyor Cohen's money
Get the Neville's money and blow with my stash on rich
And get my dick by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy 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 no cut, just the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my hands on that new body
Floss all you nigga, liquor up
A rugged nigga on a cigarette butt
and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my 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 glance of a rider saggin his
with my rag on my standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin,
Fool it's sincerely the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin


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