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 see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it
Da Paper At
Run it, told you I get it
'cause I'll run thru yo neighborhood, to find yo address
And make you give up everything you got from under your
Half you broadz is hectic, dealin the realest
The reason why they got you in room
Without no and I'm runnin thru this business
No who it be
So this whole industry better get with me
Cause see, men adore me
light skin, manicured, this paper
Hand it to her, don't make me get do it
and they hate that the reason why I chase that
Too late 'cause I'm gon get
Ain't but a 8 stack
And ain't no getttin away from that, boy, I'm takin that
Ain't no in statin that (one more time)
DA PAPER AT?

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

Child]
Where Da 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 even go for hitin hoez with this dick
If I you a brick, roll they ballz to nips
When I ask where my at? Have my chipz
If you don't have half my shit, have half clip
Dassit, unless you gon pass yo
I'm into pimpin murderin and card skams
When I was sellin coke I wanted a a grand
You want a niggaz smoke I a hundred and fifty grand
I feed my fam, fuck goin hand in hand
And my kidz is gon have I ain't have
Like that they stashin and bubblez in they bath
If you blast, then we first
For the dinero, we leavin in the dirt

Now how is criminals in Bejing?
Been on the run for since 18
Beyond the seen, corookin, seen the world tooken
It's mad how I shook u out the game hey, gimmie the cash
Or I let glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any range
Leavin them wet, I got dogz tap and invest on the internet
Get a vet witout a dog, sell 4000 gatz
Muthafuckaz don't undertand what industry is all about
fuck that niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months
There no way to hide bitch,
da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of town bitch
You have a mil now Or I toss yo wig
yo species to allices, now here wintness, real niggaz do real crimes
Wit black pieces, my game is at deepest and I'm rhymin tight
low rider, pushin 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 aint realizin, that every that I cook is in the piein
Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear I'm prizin
What....

Down]
Respect the compition my is con
I'm rappin all them niggaz up, them in the pond
Y'all broadz touch the devil, fuck a Beanie Seag
That I slit his throat
Money addiction that shit got me goin around like money listin
At is what's gon get you and yo man missin
See the morgue, give you more of the c-4 under the
him blow for he hit the ground
And garanteed if I miss you my get you
And fuck who standin wit you 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 for that? You gon stay for that?
Trust me you gon pay for that, where da paper at?

[Ja
Come on on
Ja...the angel...in the world of lights
I'm the true so take notice to New 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 y'all to nine Milly
a damn 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 can't it, I wasn't 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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