Luyện nghe bài hát Paterchase

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin'
Paperchase, I'm on a paperchase

one:

I need...mo money mo mo, suck 'em fast suck 'em slow
Even though I pay my bills I'm still on the streets
to keep it real
Pass that shit let me take a hit, hopin' this ain't

Give 'em 211 get 'em in and let 'em 20 so(? )
Cut that money let's be up, you wanna ride, the
or the truck
Back up, get on the one way more sundays hotter than monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never stick finger up my ass, known to blast
Keep me down, where I'm from I'm known to
Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, I'm back, pro
Achiever, her, thug and ashtray
More to the fact I'm back to the scene, let in the
Let all the out
And if luke broke out
Gotta more stacks of these, so I z's for bud in
The breeze, spittin' cheese
a freak wanna trip off, sip off the lame with the
Game, get of the man who point the blame
a p-o, p-i,m-p, we be p-a,p-e-r...chase

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin'
Paperchase, I'm on a paperchase

2:

You see my mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo
open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase
So you face to face: mom and dollar, keep to the
Streets, hit the joints hollow
Boy better figure if you owe them, low then
With po-po corruption on the double 1-9-1-87, with
A of zeros
I'm sittin' there dollars
2 g, nigga didn't wanna holler
Back to the streets again, but a nigga go there
The game treatment so
Crucial, in neutral, all on me I'm brutal, choppin'
Up that paper like you
click since I call them blue notes
Shippin' that paper earth to pluto
Get that new
Nineteen we be paperchasin'!

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin'
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin'

3:

I'm...checkin' like a hunter, belo
Had dreams runnin' four to the floor
O.g.s in my me in the clause
Nigga want cheese, nigga want
Bumpin' all the good 'cause all the good shit makes
You about the bad bit
Now you a nigga match wits
want what I never had, 'cause I never had shit
The basketball, the all, the ounce, bounce, a to the k
I smoke the bead but they keep on me and they
my apology
And they fall, see it's how money's unattainable
If you in this game
So nigga call me names when I aim the gun but holler:
A to the motherfucking k a motherfucking spray-ay-ay
A to the k with a spray-ay-ay
95 keep your ass out the line-up
Why you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up
'em talk to shiner, give me the best wish
The paperchase be for me 'cause you got with
An of a key
be be-comin' up but come or stay away
And I'll let you take fate with three...
Bullets to the chest, put your body
If you know p-gang for the g-style
Never relax, realize don't a one-too-many free packs
check your ho to see I'm a g
I-get in a sick
Paid to pick teams in a room of dick fiends
Much love to thugs who sacrifice their life to get
For the troop of 15, what the mean?
It's you bitch, you save your breath, 'cause you
Can't count how days is left
Let the weed smoke, blaze, but check, until I'm to wreck
Then a motherfucker be paid to death
I'm goin' on a paperchase

Paperchase, I'm on a paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin'
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin'
Paperchase, I'm on a paperchase