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 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 yo neighborhood, just to find yo address
And make you give up everything you got under your mattress
Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the
The reason why they got you in this
Without no witness and I'm thru this business
No who it be
So this industry better get cool with me
see, these men adore me
This skin, manicured, this paper
it to her, don't make me get Sandy do it
Mandatory and they hate the reason why I chase that
Too late I'm gon get that
Ain't nuttin but a 8
And no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin that
Ain't no sense in statin (one more time)
WHERE DA AT?

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

Child]
Where Da At? Is it in this rap shit?
Do I kidnap, peel out and gat slap a bitch?
At one point or I chose to do sticks
I couldn't even go for hitin with this dick
If I thro you a brick, they ballz to nips
When I ask where my at? Have my chipz
If you don't have half my shit, have this clip
Dassit, unless you gon pass yo
I'm pimpin murderin and credit card skams
When I was sellin coke I a hundred a grand
You want a niggaz I want a hundred and fifty grand
I gotta feed my fam, fuck goin in hand
And my kidz is gon have I ain't have
Like cash they 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?
on the run for indictments since 18
Beyond the seen, corookin, seen the world tooken
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
Leavin them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the
Get a vet witout a dog, then 4000 gatz
Muthafuckaz don't undertand what industry is all about
that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months
There ain't no way to bitch,
Where da paper, 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
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 that I is in the piein
Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all in the ear like I'm prizin
What....

Down]
Respect the compition my is con
I'm rappin all them niggaz up, them in the pond
Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, fuck a Seag
That bitch I slit his
Money addiction that shit got me goin around like money listin
At hand is gon get you and yo man missin
See the morgue, give you of the c-4 under the transmisson
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 that you were scared to do
Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop u do
It's too late for 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 notice to New York's Finest
Y'all gon me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable
Thug, slash, political, nigga, slash
Not the typical, average mind used to
crucail, bitches get it too
I'm not you, question is, do you hear me?
If not let me y'all to nine Milly
It's a damn the game you played you lost
Gotta a nigga on that same line you crossed
Wit that he'll keep his fingers crossed
I call it, I wasn't the one you wanted to go to war wit
And every night I about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholic
shop?, Call it ????
Somebody for the paper? Not you and I?
and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez...
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