Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Paper At?

[Cha
Hey yo, you niggaz expecting me
Jump out the S.E. wit and any one of you broadz dat test me
Now lets see if I can keep it heated, I spit it
Da Paper 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
you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest
The why they got you in this room
Without no and I'm runnin thru this business
No who it be
So this whole better get cool with me
see, these men adore me
This light skin, manicured, this
Hand it to her, make me get Sandy do it
Mandatory and they hate that the reason why I that
Too late 'cause I'm gon get
Ain't but a 8 stack
And ain't no getttin away that, baby boy, I'm takin that
Ain't no sense in that (one more time)
WHERE DA AT?

Bleek]
If the war's on, get it on my
You gon form the law once the bark, nigga
Plus the crack you sell match yo bell
You a fifty supa, duke, relax and chill
Yo I know the street, plus I roll the heat
Bleek wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go the fleet
If you a poster don, how a can't eat
I live ya four plus three deep
You ass niggaz got one shot the fuck up
Finish no album, you fucked up
Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt
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?

[Black
Da Paper At? Is it in this 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 hoez this dick
If I you a brick, roll they ballz to nips
When I ask where my at? Have my chipz
If you don't half my shit, have half this clip
Dassit, unless you gon yo bitch
I'm into pimpin murderin and card skams
When I was sellin coke I wanted a a grand
You want a niggaz smoke I a hundred and fifty grand
I gotta feed my fam, fuck goin in hand
And my kidz is gon have what I ain't
Like cash they stashin and bubblez in they bath
If you blast, then we blast
For the dinero, we leavin niggaz in the

Now how is criminals in Bejing?
Been on the run for since 18
Beyond the seen, corookin, seen the world tooken
It's mad how I shook u out the like hey, gimmie the cash
Or I let this pop like 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 gatz
Muthafuckaz don't undertand this industry is all about
fuck shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months
There no way to hide bitch,
Where da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of town
You better a mil now Or I toss yo wig
Turn yo species to allices, now wintness, real niggaz do real crimes
Wit black pieces, my is at it's deepest and I'm rhymin tight
Consecutive low rider, 1.5
Be a part or be a victim, me an yo is the same, but me I'm gettin em
Like time is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, every exchange that I cook is in the piein
Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm
What....

Down]
Respect the my game is con
I'm rappin all them niggaz up, them in the pond
Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, a Beanie 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 of the c-4 under the transmisson
Watch him 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 shit that you were scared to do
Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go yop pantz u do
It's too late for 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 so take notice to New York's Finest
gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable
Thug, slash, political, nigga, slash
Not the typical, mind you're used to
crucail, bitches 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 shame the game you played you lost
Gotta kill a nigga on that line you crossed
Wit that line he'll keep his crossed
I can't call it, I the one you wanted to go to war wit
And night I drink about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholic
Gotta shop?, it ????
Somebody died for the Not you and I?
and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez...
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