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
Where Da At
Run it, told you I get it
'cause I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to yo address
And make you give up everything you got from under mattress
Half you broadz is hectic, with the realest
The why they got you in this room
Without no witness and I'm runnin thru this
No who it be
So whole industry better get cool with me
Cause see, these men me
This light skin, manicured, this
Hand it to her, make me get Sandy do it
Mandatory and they that the reason why I chase that
Too 'cause I'm gon get that
Ain't nuttin but a 8
And ain't no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin
Ain't no sense in statin that (one time)
WHERE DA AT?

[Memphis
If the war's on, get it on my
You gon the law once the four bark, nigga
the crack you sell won't match yo bell
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 nigga eat
I live ya four plus three 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 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?

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

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 like hey, gimmie the cash
Or I let this glock pop 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, then sell 4000
Muthafuckaz don't what this industry is all about
fuck that shit is crazy, got our blocks open for months
There 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 do real crimes
Wit black pieces, my game is at it's deepest and I'm tight
low rider, pushin 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 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....

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

[Ja
on Come on
Ja...the Fallen angel...in the of lights
I'm the true so take notice to New Finest
Y'all gon me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable
Thug, slash, political, nigga, spirital
Not the typical, average you're 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 Milly
It's a damn shame the game you played you
Gotta kill a on that same line you crossed
Wit line 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 about it, baby, I'm turnin
shop?, Call it ????
Somebody died for the Not you and I?
and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez...
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