Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

Uhh, yeah! crackin y'all? Dub C
chasin this cheese, puttin it down
Whassup
[Chorus: Nate
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't to bust back, paper's 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'? I'm sick of all this chattin
Bullshit rappin, really get it a-crackin
Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga gettin paper
Foe scraper, shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the
The rider ringleader with and my zag smashin
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, smellin doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and
Gather the at my mansions and throw my parole parties
Ex turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide nation
Tippin on trippin nia


Big beans or big wings or big
y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, close my eyes and roll 'em
my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry shift gears
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 won't sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a label shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor money
Get the Neville's money and blow with my stash on rich
And get my dick licked by the baddest
Fade ya, boy major with tough shit they ain't got
three-way 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, broadcastin
All day unleaded'll go fo'
No no cut, just the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my on that new body style
Floss all you nigga, toss up
A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette
Mashin and I ain't the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my radio ain't enough
Shutted 'em up with the in the cut, I'm sweated to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, 'em up
Hands down I'm the man
Who else could a gang hop and turn it to a national dance
Givin the fans a glance of a rider his pants
my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin,
Fool sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin


Dub C, extrordinaire, hood fabulous
Comin through fingers in the air
know what time it is
[Nate] Nigga I rich yet, I'm still stackin G's
[WC] Dem dolla dollars