Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

Uhh, yeah! What's y'all? Dub C
Still this cheese, puttin it down
Whassup
Nate Dogg]
Nigga I rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
afraid to bust 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, paper's all I

it out
What they fo'? Look I'm sick of all this chattin
rappin, let's really get it a-crackin
Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's paper
Foe scraper, shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors
Dark fat and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag
Ya ambassador, givin it up back at'cha blastin ya
Off brand assassin-er, jackin for c'mon
Totalled up a rock, a repetitive offender
The purple tinter, the big
The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and
Sick with the flow, swangin and Harleys
Gather the guests at my and throw my parole parties
Ex criminal turned elevated my game to worldwide nation
Tippin on trippin nia


Big or big wings or big screens
Befo' y'all stands a ghetto with big dreams
I throw the dice, close my and rich roll 'em
Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, know the slogan
Riders don't worry multiply shift
Toss fingers in the sky, hoes and stay high
The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to it all
So whether ready or not I'm snatchin it all
Wood grains and chrome the mode is hang
A that won't sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a label shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch Rush and Lyor Cohen's money
Get the Neville's money and doja 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 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 garbage no cut, just the bomb
to get my hands on that new body style
Floss all you nigga, liquor up
A rugged nigga smokin on a butt
and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my ain't ghetto enough
Shutted 'em up with the in the cut, I'm sweated to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, 'em up
Hands 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 saggin his pants
with my rag on my cane in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin,
Fool it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper


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