Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Up

get-I get my paper all the time, I tellin' you

the problem, c'mon!
All my people out there, that cake man
Take out your pocket, and put it in the air like this
Put it in the air like this, and say shit like this, c'mon

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my
I get my paper ALL THE I KEEP TELLIN YOU~!
I get my on my block, I get my paper from my block
I get my paper all the I keep tellin you

Look if you deal coke and you still broke, start more homes
I'ma drug conniseur homes
In the hood good jobs is hard to like dinosaur bones
I'm tryin to start shinin more
That's why I make 'em hurry up and buy like china store homes
Cause they'll you time for a dime or more of stones
And tellin ain't my twist, I ain't that kind of boy
But a lot of niggaz singin the Commodores homes
I'm ridin it's time for war homes
The chrome on my hip, can flip a fully grown homes
I'm the kind of boy to split domes when I pop the Taurus
I spray rounds could lay down a tyrannosaurus
My mind like a thesaurus, I'ma shine
My brain a dictionary, lames I'm to bury
I spit scriptures and put on obituaries
So get your own sound or a home now, nigga!

- repeat 2X]

Yeah! E'ry bar that I write a brick of that hard white
I've truly been blessed, it's a gift the Lord Christ
But yo if you livin the hard
You can't get back the hand you was dealt, so your cars right
They say you ain't promised tomorrow (Nope)
So I stay in the street, like a deer that in that car lights
the high beams on and the fog lights lit
I get, my lean on on B.A.R.S. type shit
Until, my cream gone I'ma like this
In my all white tee and my all white
And I still toss the white on the strip why I floss like this
With the frostbite cause we all quite rich, I love this life!
I threw color ice, in my cross like Swizz
And all I give broads is hard type have 'em twirlin they tongue
Yeah I know I got a and a son, but umm
It's a man's world and I'm as as they come - WHAT?!

[Chorus - 2X]

Yeah! I'm from a block where get it poppin at
Where cats is for boxin and poppin gats
But you gotta aim low when you poppin
Cause that hot shit got kick like a match
I'm from where the M-1's and the at
me where you can come to go gun shoppin at
You rockin plaque, got your chain the watch to match
your back if you go and you ain't got your gat
Cats'll jack pop he ain't got a strap
Cats'll rob your mom if she got a
Cause tryin to get paid
And niggaz not tryin to get waged when they rockin the cap
Round the way they got gourmet of crack
And you would spend 24 for a block of that
My niggaz tryin to get the but no not the rat
I'm a block where snitchin ain't a option at

[Chorus - 2X]