Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Paper

P: Ughhh! Ha ha!
E 40: Oooo! P whats up boy?
MP: Whats up 40
E 40: to me weepilation.
MP: Dey dont we been doin dis.
E 40: Deezy Last Don.
MP: Bay Area nigga.
E 40: This E Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea Area
all day
erytime. dis here. Element of
Surprise. Da Don Charlie Hustle. Check it out.
E 40:
Let it be writ and said, done and
That on the sixth of June 1998
E-40 Fonzarellie AKA Charlie
And my Ward weepilation
From the No Limit Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together without no hesitation and
Any Old School classic memories of Northern
ballin and Bay stranglin and hustlin
Morning, night, day in
And dang near asleep on the freeway
Bobbin and and ditchin and dodgin po-po, penelope force
Tryin to convince em that me and the dope wasnt gettin along any
how
We had been went our ways
Shit, we been had a
In and out of court, yet
Neva was married any how and
in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto cage
Went from any to, uh, plenty of cash
To, uh, speed chases to, uh, makin a dash
Uh, excuse me sir can I your autograph
And, uh, when your new droppin fool
That shit was cool
(Chorus)

Get money man, get your paper
Get your paper man, get your
Get your fettie or your scratch, get your
Get your man, get paid
Get your mail man, get your
Get marbles man, get your mail
Get grits, get your chettah, get your chips
Get your man, get paid
P:
Ughhh! Ball wit da real, wit da Gs
Started from Richmond, California to New
Game wont change, these niggas cant me
Mama still for baby
got me sick, dope fiends and crack heads
Niggas on da front porch wit tech nines and heads
And all I want be is a
Cause Im of runnin from da rollas
Jumped in da rap game and now dey hold us
millionaires and still blowin doja
Keep my composure when hectic
Now I own a house in California, Orlando, and
And run wit the thug niggas
And tapes for bitches and drug dealas
And 600 wit a bulletproof
The ghetto Gates
The only president wit a tooth
(Chorus)

Uh, n-neva let your down
Always play defense neva
Cause suckas a try to make kindness for weakness
And damn sho try to your hand up unda falsified pretenses
this
Paint a portrait of these events
See if you can predict I was about to say
Within the couple of sentences
impossible
To hard to
See right when he thought I was gone a slider
I him a knuckle ball
Back against the wall, niggas out (knockin niggas out)
Hemmed up in da corner thats what Im about
P:
Feel my pain, sometimes I feel
tired of hangin in the ghetto takin food stamps
Cause this street life got me
But I cause I gotta feed a baby
And God can take me
And aint no nigga in this hood gone me
So when I ball Im a til I fizall
And when Im gone put my name on the
(Chorus)
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