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 stackin G's (dem dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider riders)
I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin 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 this
rappin, let's really get it a-crackin
Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a that's gettin paper
Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Taylors
Dark fat and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back at'cha ya
Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures
Totalled up a rock, a repetitive offender
The purple tinter, the big
The realest nigga you know, like doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow, swangin and Harleys
Gather the at my mansions and throw my parole parties
Ex criminal turned elevated my game to worldwide nation
Tippin on paper nia


Big beans or big wings or big
Befo' stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em
my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry multiply gears
Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay
The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to it all
So they ready or not I'm snatchin it all
Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is
A trick that sang, transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor money
Get the Neville's and blow doja with my stash on rich
And get my dick by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy major tough shit they ain't got
like pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin

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

Testin testin, live
All day go fo' forty-nine
No no cut, just 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 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 a gang hop and turn it to a national dance
Givin the a glance of a rider saggin his pants
with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance,
Worldwidin, ridin,
it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin


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