Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Trippin'

Uhh, yeah! What's y'all? Dub C
Still this cheese, puttin it down
Nate?
[Chorus: Nate
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider riders)
I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah)
Ain't afraid to bust back, all I need

it out
What they hittin Look I'm sick of all this chattin
Bullshit rappin, let's really get it
Y'all ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper
Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti big-ass faces
gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag
Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back blastin ya
Off assassin-er, jackin for figures c'mon
Totalled up a rock, with a offender
The tinter, the big spender
The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and
Sick with the flow, swangin and Harleys
the guests at my mansions and throw my parole parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide
Tippin on paper nia


Big beans or big or big screens
Befo' stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, close my eyes and roll 'em
Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all the slogan
Riders don't worry shift gears
Toss in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high
The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to it all
So whether ready or not I'm snatchin it all
grains and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that won't sang, dem thangs
the pain, give me a label ain't shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's
Get the Neville's money and doja with my stash on rich
And get my dick licked by the bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with shit they ain't got
like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper

[Nate
Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. I

Testin testin, broadcastin
All day unleaded'll go fo'
No garbage no cut, just the bomb
to get my hands on that new body style
Floss all you nigga, toss up
A rugged smokin on a cigarette butt
Mashin and I lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my ain't ghetto enough
Shutted 'em up the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, 'em up
Hands down I'm the man
Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national
Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his
with my rag on my standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin,
Fool it's sincerely the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin


Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, fabulous
Comin through fingers in the air
Y'all know what it is
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's
[WC] Dem dolla dolla