Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Paper At?

[Cha
Hey yo, you niggaz wasn't me
Jump out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat me
Now lets see if I can it heated, when I spit it
Da Paper At
Run it, told you I get it
I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address
And make you up everything you got from under your mattress
Half you 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 whole industry better get cool with me
Cause see, men adore 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 I'm gon get that
Ain't but a 8 stack
And ain't no away from that, baby boy, I'm takin that
Ain't no sense in that (one more time)
DA PAPER AT?

[Memphis
If the on, get it on my nigga
You gon the law once the four bark, nigga
Plus the crack you won't match yo bell
You a ride supa, duke, relax and chill
Yo I the street, plus I roll with the heat
Bleek wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the
If you a don, how a nigga can't eat
I ya four plus three feet deep
You ass niggaz got one shot the fuck up
no album, you done fucked up
Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt
Nigga I ain't
The streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit
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 gotta kidnap, peel out and gat slap a
At one point or another I chose to do
I couldn't even go for hitin hoez this dick
If I you a brick, roll 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 I wanted a hundred a grand
You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty
I gotta my fam, fuck goin hand in hand
And my kidz is gon what I ain't have
Like cash that they stashin and bubblez in they
If you blast, then we blast
For the dinero, we leavin in the dirt

Now how notorious is criminals in
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 hey, gimmie the cash
Or I let this glock pop like propane, I niggaz from any range
Leavin them wet, I got that tap and invest on the internet
Get a vet a dog, then sell 4000 gatz
Muthafuckaz don't undertand what this industry is all
that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months
There no way to hide bitch,
Where da paper, hoez done ran out of town bitch
You better a mil now Or I toss yo wig
Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, niggaz do real crimes
Wit black pieces, my game is at it's deepest and I'm tight
Consecutive low rider, 1.5
Be a part or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm em
Like time is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, that every exchange that I is in the piein
Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear I'm prizin
What....

[Throw
the compition my game is con
I'm rappin all them niggaz up, them in the pond
Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, a Beanie Seag
bitch I slit his throat
Money addiction that shit done got me goin around like listin
At is what's gon get you and yo man missin
See the morgue, you more of the c-4 under the transmisson
Watch him 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
Cause me and Ja hittin shit that you were scared to do
Wit me and Ja yo shit, go shit yop pantz u do
too late for that? You gon stay for that?
Trust me you gon pay for that, where da paper at?

[Ja
Come on on
Ja...the Fallen angel...in the world of
I'm the so take notice to New York's Finest
Y'all gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the
Thug, slash, political, nigga, spirital
Not the typical, average mind you're to
crucail, bitches get it too
I'm not you, question is, do you hear me?
If not let me introduce y'all to nine
It's a shame the game you played you lost
Gotta kill a nigga on 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
shop?, Call it ????
Somebody for the paper? Not you and I?
Nigga and you scared, I see it in yo eyez...
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