Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

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

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

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches down on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to keep
Till the FEDs 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 shot

I'm yelling money bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks designer names
I used to hustle taxes, whose child I can
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em 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 them hoes I came

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my favorite design, my raised me to shine
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 hard to that
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me charging
I'm gon' need 15 bombs for
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this further than rap
Before we react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for army

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