Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

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

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


Big beans or big or big screens
y'all 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 worry shift gears
Toss in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high
The bigger the the bigger the hit to cash it all
So whether they or not I'm snatchin it all
grains and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't shit
Look I'm to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's money
Get the money and blow 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
is all.. (dolla 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, just the pow-wow
Gots to get my hands on that new style
all you nigga, toss liquor up
A rugged smokin on a cigarette butt
Mashin and I lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my radio ghetto enough
Shutted 'em up the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, 'em up
down I'm the motherfuckin man
Who else could take a hop and turn it to a national dance
Givin the fans a glance of a rider his pants
with my rag on my standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin,
Fool it's sincerely yours the Heisman, paper trippin


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