Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Paper At?

[Cha
Hey yo, you niggaz wasn't me
out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test me
Now lets see if I can keep it heated, when I it
Where Da At
Run it, told you I get it
'cause I'll run yo neighborhood, just to find yo address
And you give up everything you got from under your mattress
Half you broadz is hectic, with the realest
The reason why got you in this room
Without no witness and I'm runnin thru this
No who it be
So whole industry better get cool with me
Cause see, men adore me
light skin, manicured, this paper
Hand it to her, make me get Sandy do it
Mandatory and hate that the reason why I chase that
Too 'cause I'm gon get that
nuttin but a 8 stack
And no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin that
Ain't no sense in statin (one more time)
DA PAPER AT?

[Memphis
If the on, get it on my nigga
You gon form the law the four bark, nigga
Plus the crack you sell won't yo bell
You a fifty supa, duke, relax and chill
Yo I know the street, plus I roll the heat
Bleek niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the fleet
If you a poster don, how a can't eat
I live ya four plus three feet
You villinager ass niggaz got one shot the up
no album, you done fucked up
Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get unidentified
Nigga I bullshittin
The streets is mine and I'm on a chase, caked up wit work
Label me a heavyweight, I'm knee deep in crack, the gat
Sit low in the acc, where dat at?

[Black
Da Paper At? Is it in this rap shit?
Do I kidnap, peel out and gat slap a bitch?
At one point or another I chose to do
I couldn't even go for hitin hoez with dick
If I thro you a brick, they ballz to nips
When I ask where my paper at? Have my
If you don't half my shit, have half this clip
Dassit, unless you gon yo bitch
I'm pimpin murderin and credit card skams
When I was sellin coke I wanted a a grand
You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty
I gotta feed my fam, fuck goin in hand
And my kidz is gon have what I ain't
Like that they stashin and bubblez in they bath
If you blast, we blast first
For the dinero, we leavin niggaz in the

Now how is criminals in Bejing?
Been on the run for indictments 18
the world seen, corookin, seen the world tooken
It's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the
Or I let glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any range
them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internet
Get a vet witout a dog, then sell 4000
Muthafuckaz don't undertand this industry is all about
fuck that niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months
There no way to hide bitch,
Where da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of bitch
You better a mil now Or I toss yo wig
Turn yo species to allices, now wintness, real niggaz do real crimes
Wit black pieces, my is at it's deepest and I'm rhymin tight
low rider, pushin 1.5
Be a or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm gettin em
Like is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, that every exchange that I cook is in the piein
Any up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm prizin
What....

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Respect the my game is con
I'm all them niggaz up, dismantlin them in the pond
Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, fuck a Beanie
That I slit his throat
Money addiction that shit done got me goin around like money
At is what's gon get you and yo man missin
See the morgue, give you more of the c-4 the transmisson
Watch him for he hit the ground
And garanteed if I miss you my get you
And fuck who wit you when he can he hit you
Cause me and Ja hittin them that you were scared to do
Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop u do
It's too late for that? You gon stay for
Trust me you gon pay for that, nigga da paper at?

[Ja
on Come on
Ja...the angel...in the world of lights
I'm the true so notice to New York's Finest
gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable
Thug, slash, political, nigga, slash
Not the typical, average mind you're to
crucail, bitches get it too
I'm not hearing you, question is, do you me?
If not let me y'all to nine Milly
It's a damn shame the you played you lost
Gotta kill a on that same line you crossed
Wit line he'll keep his fingers crossed
I call it, I wasn't the one you wanted to go to war wit
And every I drink about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholic
Gotta shop?, Call it
died for the paper? Not you and I?
Nigga and you scared, I see it in yo eyez...
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