Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Paper At?

[Cha
Hey yo, you niggaz wasn't me
out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test me
Now lets see if I can it heated, when I spit it
Da Paper At
Run it, told you I get it
'cause I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo
And make you give up everything you got from your mattress
Half you is hectic, dealin with 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 get cool with me
Cause see, these men me
light skin, manicured, this paper
Hand it to her, don't me get Sandy do it
Mandatory and they that the reason why I chase that
Too late I'm gon get that
Ain't nuttin but a 8
And ain't no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm that
Ain't no sense in statin that (one 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 won't yo bell
You a fifty ride supa, duke, and chill
Yo I know the street, plus I roll with the
Bleek wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go the fleet
If you a poster don, how a can't eat
I live ya four three feet deep
You villinager ass got one shot the fuck up
no album, you done fucked up
Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt
I ain't bullshittin
The streets is mine and I'm on a 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 gotta kidnap, out and gat slap 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 they ballz to
When I ask where my paper at? my chipz
If you don't have half my shit, half this clip
Dassit, unless you gon pass yo
I'm pimpin murderin and credit card skams
When I was coke I wanted a hundred a grand
You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and grand
I feed my fam, fuck goin hand in hand
And my kidz is gon what I ain't have
Like cash that stashin and bubblez in they bath
If you blast, then we first
For the dinero, we niggaz in the dirt

Now how notorious is in Bejing?
Been on the run for indictments 18
Beyond the world seen, corookin, seen the tooken
It's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, the cash
Or I let this glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any
them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internet
Get a vet witout a dog, sell 4000 gatz
Muthafuckaz don't undertand what this industry is all
fuck that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks for months
There ain't no way to bitch,
Where da paper, y'all hoez ran out of town bitch
You better a mil now Or I toss yo wig
Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real niggaz do crimes
Wit black pieces, my game is at it's deepest and I'm 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 cook is in the
Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all in the ear like I'm prizin
What....

[Throw
Respect the my game is con
I'm rappin all them niggaz up, dismantlin in the pond
Y'all wanna touch the devil, fuck a Beanie Seag
That bitch I his throat
Money addiction that shit done got me goin around like money
At is what's gon get you and yo man missin
See the morgue, give you more of the c-4 under the
Watch him blow for he hit the
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 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
Come on on
Ja...the angel...in the world of lights
I'm the true so take to New York's Finest
gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable
Thug, slash, political, nigga, spirital
Not the typical, average you're used to
crucail, bitches get it too
I'm not hearing you, is, do you hear me?
If not let me y'all to nine Milly
It's a damn shame the game you played you
Gotta a nigga on that same line you crossed
Wit that line he'll his fingers crossed
I can't call it, I wasn't the one you to go to war wit
And every I drink about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholic
Gotta 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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