Luyện nghe bài hát Where Da Paper At?

[Cha
Hey yo, you niggaz expecting me
Jump out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat me
Now lets see if I can it heated, when I spit it
Where Da At
Run it, you I gotta get it
I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address
And make you up everything you got from under your mattress
you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest
The reason why got you in this room
Without no witness and I'm runnin thru business
No who it be
So this whole better get cool with me
Cause see, these men me
light skin, manicured, this paper
Hand it to her, make me get Sandy do it
Mandatory and they hate the reason why I chase that
Too 'cause I'm gon get that
nuttin but a 8 stack
And ain't no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin
Ain't no in statin that (one more time)
WHERE DA AT?

Bleek]
If the on, get it on my nigga
You gon form the law once the four bark,
Plus the you sell won't match yo bell
You a fifty ride supa, duke, relax and
Yo I know the street, plus I with the heat
Bleek wrap niggaz, niggaz, go against the fleet
If you a poster don, how a nigga eat
I live ya plus three feet 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 ain't
The streets is and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit work
Label me a heavyweight, I'm knee in crack, keep the gat
Sit low in the acc, where dat at?

Child]
Where Da Paper At? Is it in rap shit?
Do I gotta kidnap, peel out and gat a bitch?
At one point or another I chose to do
I couldn't even go for hitin hoez with this
If I thro you a brick, roll ballz to nips
When I ask where my paper at? Have my
If you have half my shit, have half this clip
Dassit, you gon pass yo bitch
I'm into pimpin murderin and credit skams
When I was coke I wanted a hundred a grand
You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty
I feed my fam, fuck goin hand in hand
And my kidz is gon have what I ain't
Like cash that they stashin and bubblez in bath
If you blast, then we first
For the dinero, we leavin in the dirt

Now how is criminals in Bejing?
on the run for indictments since 18
Beyond the world seen, corookin, seen the tooken
It's mad how I shook u out the game hey, gimmie the cash
Or I let this glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any
Leavin them wet, I got dogz tap and invest on the internet
Get a vet witout a dog, then sell gatz
Muthafuckaz undertand what this industry is all about
that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months
There ain't no way to bitch,
Where da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of bitch
You have 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 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 up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm prizin
What....

[Throw
the compition my game is con
I'm rappin all them up, dismantlin them in the pond
Y'all wanna touch the devil, fuck a Beanie Seag
That I slit his throat
addiction that shit done got me goin around like money listin
At hand is what's gon get you and yo man
See the morgue, give you of the c-4 under the transmisson
Watch him for he hit the ground
And garanteed if I you my man'll get you
And who standin wit you when he can he hit you
me and Ja hittin them shit that you were scared to do
Wit me and Ja yo shit, go shit yop pantz u do
It's too late for You gon stay for that?
Trust me you gon pay for that, where da paper at?

[Ja
on Come on
Ja...the Fallen angel...in the of lights
I'm the so take notice to New York's Finest
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, is, do you hear me?
If not let me introduce to nine Milly
It's a damn the game you played you lost
Gotta kill a nigga on that same you crossed
Wit that line he'll keep his crossed
I call it, I wasn't the one you wanted to go to war wit
And every night I about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholic
Gotta shop?, it ????
died for the paper? Not you and I?
Nigga and you scared, I see it in yo eyez...
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