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 dat test me
Now see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it
Da Paper 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 your
Half you broadz is hectic, dealin the realest
The reason why they got you in this
Without no witness and I'm runnin thru business
No who it be
So this whole industry better get 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 'cause I'm gon get
Ain't but a 8 stack
And ain't no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin
Ain't no sense in statin (one more time)
WHERE DA AT?

[Memphis
If the on, get it on my nigga
You gon the law once the four bark, nigga
Plus the crack you sell won't yo bell
You a ride supa, duke, relax and chill
Yo I know the street, plus I 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 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 is mine and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit work
Label me a heavyweight, I'm knee in crack, keep the gat
Sit low in the acc, dat paper at?

Child]
Where Da Paper At? Is it in rap shit?
Do I kidnap, peel out and gat slap a bitch?
At one point or another I to do sticks
I couldn't even go for hoez with this dick
If I thro you a brick, roll they to nips
I ask where my paper at? Have my chipz
If you don't have half my shit, have this clip
Dassit, unless you gon pass yo
I'm into pimpin murderin and card skams
When I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a
You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty
I gotta feed my fam, fuck 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 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, seen the world
mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the cash
Or I let this 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 4000 gatz
don't undertand what 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, hoez done ran out of town bitch
You better 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 or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm gettin 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 like I'm
What....

[Throw
Respect the compition my is con
I'm rappin all them niggaz up, dismantlin in the pond
Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, fuck a Seag
That bitch I slit his
Money addiction that shit done got me goin 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 if I miss you my man'll get you
And fuck who wit you when he can he hit you
Cause me and Ja hittin them shit that you scared to do
Wit me and Ja yo shit, go shit yop pantz u do
It's too for that? You gon stay for that?
Trust me you gon pay for that, nigga da paper at?

[Ja
on Come on
Ja...the Fallen angel...in the world of
I'm the so take notice to New York's Finest
Y'all gon me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable
Thug, slash, political, nigga, spirital
Not the typical, mind you're used to
crucail, bitches get it too
I'm not hearing you, is, do you hear me?
If not let me introduce y'all to Milly
It's a damn shame the game you you lost
Gotta a nigga on that same line you crossed
Wit that line 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 about it, baby, I'm turnin
Gotta shop?, it ????
Somebody for the paper? Not you and I?
and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez...
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