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 y'all see me when I'm
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

Versace down from my head to my
Pootie Tang the belt game, show some respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old
R.I.P. to C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over seven time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in zone
Got emergency blunts I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll your lungs gone
Yeah, beaches, unlaced 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 Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Stewart
Rap niggas die music

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm to use it
Dry niggas testifying in their music
I niggas last five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary goin' it
Put powder on the prison yard, started to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the number that they gave me when I
It's just form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive, I why

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

I'm yelling money over bitches, money everything
Money got me everything, every watch, chain
brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I used to hustle taxes, whose child I can
Paid all my mama's so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three reppin' Rida Gang
streaks in the streets so them hoes know I came

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

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