Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Paper At?

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

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

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

Now how notorious is in Bejing?
on the run for indictments since 18
Beyond the world seen, corookin, the world tooken
It's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the
Or I let this glock pop like propane, I niggaz from any range
Leavin them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the
Get a vet witout a dog, then 4000 gatz
Muthafuckaz don't undertand what this is all about
fuck that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for
There ain't no way to bitch,
Where da paper, y'all done ran out of town bitch
You have a mil now Or I toss yo wig
Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real niggaz do real
Wit black pieces, my game is at deepest and I'm rhymin tight
Consecutive low rider, 1.5
Be a part or be a victim, me an yo is the same, but me I'm gettin em
Like time is mone, nigga, you 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....

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

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