Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Paper At?

[Cha
Hey yo, you wasn't expecting me
Jump out the S.E. wit and any one of you broadz dat test me
Now lets see if I can keep it heated, when I it
Da Paper At
Run it, you I gotta get it
'cause I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to yo address
And make you up everything you got from under your mattress
Half you broadz is hectic, dealin the realest
The reason why they got you in room
Without no witness and I'm runnin this business
No who it be
So whole industry better get cool with me
see, these men adore me
This skin, manicured, this paper
Hand it to her, make me get Sandy do it
Mandatory and they hate that the why I chase that
Too late 'cause I'm gon get
Ain't but a 8 stack
And ain't no getttin from that, baby 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 once the four bark,
Plus the crack you sell match yo bell
You a fifty ride supa, duke, and chill
Yo I know the street, plus I roll with the
wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the fleet
If you a don, how a nigga can't eat
I live ya plus three feet deep
You villinager ass got one shot the fuck up
no album, you done fucked up
Get missin, get yo own twisted, get felt unidentified
I ain't bullshittin
The streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit
me a heavyweight, I'm knee deep in crack, keep the gat
Sit low in the acc, dat paper at?

Child]
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 chose to do
I couldn't even go for hitin with this dick
If I thro you a brick, roll ballz to nips
When I ask where my at? Have my chipz
If you don't half my shit, have half this clip
Dassit, unless you gon pass yo
I'm into pimpin and credit card skams
I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a grand
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 have what I ain't
Like cash that they stashin and in they bath
If you blast, then we first
For the dinero, we leavin niggaz in the

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 u out the game like hey, gimmie the cash
Or I let this glock pop like propane, I niggaz from any range
Leavin them wet, I got dogz 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 shit is crazy, got our blocks open for months
ain't no way to hide bitch,
Where da paper, y'all hoez 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 is at it's 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 aint realizin, every exchange that I cook is in the piein
Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm
What....

Down]
Respect the my game is con
I'm rappin all them 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 money listin
At hand is gon get you and yo man missin
See the morgue, give you of the c-4 under the transmisson
Watch him for he hit the ground
And if I miss you my man'll get you
And who standin wit you when he can he hit you
Cause me and Ja them shit that you were scared to do
Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go yop pantz u do
It's too late for that? You gon stay for
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 to New York's Finest
Y'all gon me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable
Thug, slash, political, nigga, slash
Not the typical, mind you're used to
Mentality crucail, get it too
I'm not hearing you, question is, do you me?
If not let me introduce to nine Milly
It's a shame the game you played you lost
Gotta a nigga on that same line you crossed
Wit line he'll keep his fingers crossed
I can't call it, I wasn't the one you to go to war wit
And night 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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