Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

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

it out
What they hittin fo'? I'm sick of all this chattin
rappin, let's really 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 and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the
The rider ringleader weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador, givin it up at'cha blastin ya
Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures
Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive
The tinter, the big spender
The nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow, low-lows and Harleys
Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to nation
Tippin on trippin nia


Big beans or big or big screens
Befo' y'all stands a nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, close my eyes and roll 'em
Take my and fold 'em, y'all 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 ready or not I'm it all
Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is
A that 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 Cohen's
Get the Neville's money and blow with my stash on rich
And get my licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit ain't got
like three-way pagers, nigga I'm trippin

[Nate
Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. I

Testin testin, broadcastin
All day go fo' forty-nine
No no cut, just the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my on that new body style
all you nigga, toss liquor up
A rugged nigga smokin on a butt
Mashin and I 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
down I'm the motherfuckin man
Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national
Givin the a glance of a rider saggin his pants
with my rag on my standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin,
it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin


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