Luyện nghe bài hát Choppin up That Paper

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(val young)
Choppin up paper(with you) I do it for you
You know you got me you
up that paper(with you) I do
You got me youuuuuu
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(ak)
Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you in that high-class luxury
No matter me, I'm a g
shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride
Wit me?
Now happy here and there ain't now love lost, cars with these bumps
But you others always want some and tell me true or
I know you got tight game, but your game been too
Monkey see , will do, feel me and I'll feel you
We can ride in the backseat drunk type all
Sun up til the moonlight, true dat(true dat), but you knew dat
First you gotta understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of
And boys out of men, from chi to texas to los angeles smokin canibus
Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in atlanta on a burner

Now lets pause back gettin and when we call facts,
I'm not conceited, but I'm all
You got the of me and twista ridin in the benz/lac
But tell me can you back?
Still in the c-a-Fd-i double l, double a-c always
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2
(ak)
Women my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry
Point the finger if you know it's me, so flow when the on
Hittin notes in the mac you can see me cause the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you think that i, am on the paper chase you seent that i
Kick it on the sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin hene spead your
And love and not pro-long
And for a minute I can get wit when I tax on your hips and thighs lips
And i
Seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, cool and g stacks
But remember when we packed, don't need that
But we back, nice hoe put her down to, how many hoes you can go

I hatin cause she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and
Floss player, dime hat and a raw do you really wanna ride on the side
And it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get high
Wit me
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i l double a-c always
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3:
(ak)
Now identify who it was that labeled me, systamatic a habit, situation
When I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a I did,
So why you actin (? ) we gettin and did,
Run around givin g shot, party til the beat stop, in the pool and the
Rules, oh they all dead, up the paper so we all rich, and take a puff
To the til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, chrystille, now you lady
Wanna do it
To an end, in a (? )
than jeeps then bentleys, vip and the whole 9
We in the back of a wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l , a-c always
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