Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Paper Up

Ay salute me, I don't flip, neva that
But I know how to get it, I know the money at
Them talkin' down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, true, get your paper up

They see me,
Ridin' with the paint, doors open
Them haters down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, true, get your paper up

It's Wall baby, Swishahouse Spokesman
I'm all competition like a coke can
I'm that Damon Jones Mix-O and Black Lac
In that Lac the trunk cracked, I'm swingin'
the swingers collapse, I'm back, I'm stuntin'

Comin' down on gold tires, I'm on the block, it down
Like some I keep the swingers pokin'
I got the windows open, white cup with potent
Wood wheel still I'm chokin'

I'm on that Antwaan Lou, Hawk
And Freddie Thug, dismantle mics
And make their heads bobb, my job
My mind on stackin' a wad, these out here chasin'
Broads, close, it's no mirage
I got for all them frauds

Ay gon' me, I don't flip, neva that
But I know how to get it, I know the money at
Them haters down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get paper up

They see me,
fresh with the paint, doors open
Them haters down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, true, get your paper up

I'm on the block holdin' posts Jermaine O' Neal
No ice grill, just cold steel, that's a gangsta
I'm down for that drama so I'm to pack a cannon
A sharp seein' targets like Peyton Manning

And you can me in the hood like a liquor store
Roll those dice, get that dough, I'm 6-8, I'm 10-4
I got that Tish black, that tip got my back
I put them elbows under the Lac and they plottin' ta jack

Boppers know how to act
I'm leanin' back and countin'
Postin' up on big wheels, tippen lex's don't get distressed
I'm out here chasin' banks, bread
And drank, accumulating, my Benz taste
My mind straight and my chase

Ay gon' me, I don't flip, neva that
But I know how to get it, I where the money at
Them haters talkin' down, I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get your up

They see me,
Ridin' with the paint, doors open
Them haters down, still I'm comin' up
I get money, true, get your paper up

My vision's nocturnal so I'm all night
I cup that's rather purple so it's oil and it's Spirte
I got partnas in the cage, I be shootin' them kites
Them other guys is all
Tell them suckas take a baby, you see these future

Locs, you see them spokes
I'm on posters just one deep, ya get it, to coast
I'm slabbin' drops, punchin' clocks
And slammin' broads, I got like Reggie Bush

My billboard got a lotta yards, I'm that Poppa Joe
I got dro on da low, I keep tha for a month or so
But I'm on it, I can't let go
I'm down with T.Farris and G.Dat, we switchin'
Some of these boys ain't lastin' we right here countin' cash

Ay gon' salute me, I don't flip, neva
But I know how to get it, I know the money at
Them haters talkin' down, I'm comin' up
I get money, stay true, get paper up

They see me,
Ridin' fresh the paint, doors open
Them haters talkin' down, still I'm up
I get money, true, get your paper up