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 see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it
Where Da At
Run it, you I gotta get it
'cause I'll run yo neighborhood, just to find yo address
And make you give up everything you got under your mattress
you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest
The why they got you in this room
Without no witness and I'm runnin this business
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, don't me get Sandy do it
Mandatory and they hate that the reason why I chase
Too 'cause I'm gon get that
nuttin but a 8 stack
And ain't no getttin away that, baby boy, I'm takin that
Ain't no sense in statin that (one time)
DA PAPER AT?

[Memphis
If the war's on, get it on my
You gon form the law the four bark, nigga
Plus the you sell won't match yo bell
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 three feet
You villinager ass got one shot the fuck up
Finish no album, you fucked up
Get missin, get yo own twisted, get felt unidentified
I ain't bullshittin
The streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, up wit work
Label me a heavyweight, I'm knee deep in crack, the gat
Sit low in the acc, dat paper at?

[Black
Where Da Paper At? Is it in rap shit?
Do I gotta kidnap, peel out and gat slap a
At one point or another I chose to do
I even go for hitin hoez with this dick
If I thro you a brick, roll ballz to nips
When I ask my paper 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 and credit card skams
When I was sellin I wanted a hundred a grand
You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty
I gotta feed my fam, goin hand in hand
And my kidz is gon have what I have
Like cash that they stashin and bubblez in they
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, seen the world
It's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, the cash
Or I let this glock pop propane, I touch niggaz from any range
Leavin 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 industry is all about
fuck that shit niggaz is crazy, got our open for months
There no way to hide bitch,
Where da paper, y'all done ran out of town bitch
You better a mil now Or I toss yo wig
Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, niggaz do real crimes
Wit black pieces, my game is at it's and I'm rhymin tight
Consecutive low rider, 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, 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 I'm prizin
What....

[Throw
the compition my game is con
I'm rappin all them niggaz up, them in the pond
Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, fuck a Seag
That I slit his throat
Money addiction that 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
him blow for he hit the ground
And garanteed if I 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 yo shit, go shit yop pantz u do
It's too late for that? You gon for that?
Trust me you gon pay for that, where da paper at?

[Ja
on Come on
Ja...the Fallen angel...in the world of
I'm the true so take notice to New York's
Y'all gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the
Thug, slash, political, nigga, spirital
Not the typical, average mind used to
Mentality crucail, get it too
I'm not hearing you, question is, do you me?
If not let me y'all to nine Milly
It's a damn shame the game you you lost
Gotta kill a on that same line you crossed
Wit that line he'll keep his fingers
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
Gotta shop?, it ????
Somebody for the paper? Not you and I?
Nigga and you scared, I see it in yo eyez...
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