Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
To my niggas and my looking down on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

Versace down from my head to my
Pootie Tang with the belt game, some respect
All these on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly over different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in Trump
Got emergency blunts when I come
Cause that rapper weed'll have lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Stewart
Rap niggas die music

Just got brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in music
I seen niggas last five minutes they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I do it"
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary through it
Put on the prison yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
the number that they gave me when I arrived
It's another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just to survive, I know why

God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas know what this about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

I'm money over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, chain
Every brick, every whip, with designer names
I used to hustle taxes, whose I can claim
Paid all my bills so how can she complain?
Call my dimes, I treat 'em like loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a
Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so hoes know I came

Ballin' on these hoes all the
You got kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to
These C-notes in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too to argue that
my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me charging
I'm gon' need 15 for that
in the garden, hear when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach than rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or don't call me, rain 'til nobody standing
Won't no snipe for your army

God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to ballin'
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You know I got to ballin'
Till the come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', we shot callin'