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
Where Da At
Run it, you I gotta get it
I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address
And make you give up everything you got under your mattress
Half you broadz is hectic, dealin the realest
The reason why got you in this room
Without no witness and I'm runnin thru this
No who it be
So this whole better get cool with me
Cause see, these men me
light skin, manicured, this paper
Hand it to her, don't make me get do it
Mandatory and they that the reason why I chase that
Too late 'cause I'm gon get
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 (one more time)
DA PAPER AT?

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

[Black
Da Paper At? Is it in this rap shit?
Do I gotta kidnap, peel out and gat slap a
At one point or another I to do sticks
I couldn't even go for hitin hoez with this
If I thro you a brick, roll ballz 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 credit card
When I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a
You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and grand
I gotta feed my fam, goin hand in hand
And my kidz is gon what I ain't have
Like cash that they and bubblez in they bath
If you blast, we blast first
For the dinero, we niggaz in the dirt

Now how notorious is criminals in
Been on the run for indictments 18
Beyond the world seen, corookin, the world tooken
It's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the
Or I let this glock pop like propane, I niggaz from any range
Leavin wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internet
Get a vet a dog, then sell 4000 gatz
Muthafuckaz don't undertand this industry is all about
fuck that shit 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 better a mil now Or I toss yo wig
Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real niggaz do real
Wit black pieces, my game is at deepest and I'm rhymin tight
Consecutive low rider, 1.5
Be a part or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm em
Like is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, that every exchange that I cook is in the piein
Any market up in the I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm prizin
What....

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Respect the my game is con
I'm all them niggaz up, dismantlin them in the pond
broadz wanna touch the devil, fuck a Beanie Seag
That bitch I his throat
Money that shit done 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 the transmisson
Watch him blow for he hit the
And if I miss you my man'll get you
And fuck who standin wit you he can he hit you
Cause me and Ja hittin them shit that you were to do
Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop 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 notice to New York's Finest
Y'all gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the
Thug, slash, political, nigga, slash
Not the typical, average mind you're to
crucail, bitches get it too
I'm not hearing you, question is, do you me?
If not let me introduce to nine Milly
a damn shame the game you played 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 night I drink about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholic
Gotta 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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