Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

[Chorus](Nelly)
I see nothing but gangstas up in
I see but ballers up in here
I see nothing but dope up in here
I see but flossers up in here

Ah
We gon it up
If you want war we gon blast it up
If you bitches got bling it up
R.A.M Squad, Universal gon it up
Ah

(Nelly)
You can catch me in tha like Shaq, nigga, posted up
Or at the bar some broad, nigga, toasted up
Any you open niggers I'm a close 'em up
Anybody try I'ma burst it up
I put a T.V. in her I own
I left a tattoo of on her, plus I was on on
It's to the point I even get no rest at home
How many times can a nigga change his
Yeah I left with five bitches but I came
these niggas couldn't do it if you became a clone
Best let me run my
'cause yall gon know my name when I bust thang
I'm like Celly in the
I need more
Niggas pissed in the
who the fuck is this
Country nigga in this tryin' to take our shine
I takin' yours I'm just expandin' mine,

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet like diamonds...
Twenties on the S-Tank system
Rocks off the chain man... grimmin'
Ball till my mash
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got money to let my friends
Bend down, down, down underground
When I pop up spray
In and out of town for ice
But I ain't Dru Down
I'm platinum bound
Gon plus stacks
like the motherfucker named Blacks
Big Benz, Big Rims, Big it up
Big ass nigga from the end of the Dub

[Bridge](Nelly)
Aiight we gon it up
I'm in the 69 Rolls gas it up
on the road I'm gon class it up
80" four screech trash it up

(Ram Squad)
Niggas rhymes
Yall bout to me shine
If I sign back with quarters and dimes
I'm nothin' but a baller the day that I die
I'm a my life of crime

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't trust no thug I'm around the
Hopped out the spot around the block
Stay long enough to a shorty dead on the rocks
No security, I'm greeting you with pounds and
straight in the glass hold the ice
I'm unpredictable my life is like a of dice
Got bitches turning like the poltergiest
Except they ain't gold diggers they diamonds now
Its guns, bitches,and weed I'm in town
Yo son your man wildin' calm him down
Before I beat with the and turn him into a vegetable
And the next time I'm in town fuck it up for the rest of yall

(Ram Squad)
out like Stoudamire
Wave back hairs dry like urban
faced, hard fame, like rocky rider
We out in St.louis like McGwire
Twist snips spit fire like a barretta
Millionaire in the ring rock the umbrella
Got the cream cheese, chedder, and
Tooth out yall, livin it better
Put keys in the call me Mr. C
Heavy neck with the like Mr. T
Seen Nelly's blue truck so I the V
Paid my way out of court so I copped a
Now my like Onyx, puff on chronic
my voice hooked on phonics
Everyone want to be a now
be a big shot, shotcaller now