Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

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

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


Big or big wings or big screens
Befo' y'all stands a ghetto nigga big dreams
I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich 'em
Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the
Riders don't multiply shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, hoes and stay high
The bigger the the bigger the hit to cash it all
So whether ready or not I'm snatchin it all
grains and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that won't sang, dem thangs
the pain, give me a label ain't shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's
Get the Neville's money and doja with my stash on rich
And get my dick licked by the bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they got
like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper

[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, 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
and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these 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
down I'm the motherfuckin man
Who could take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance
the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants
with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance,
Worldwidin, ridin,
Fool it's sincerely yours the Heisman, paper trippin


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