Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

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

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

(Nelly)
You can catch me in tha back Shaq, nigga, posted up
Or at the bar with some broad, nigga, up
Any you mouth 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 Nelly on her, I was on on
to the point I can't even get no rest at home
How times can a nigga change his phone
Yeah I left five bitches but I came alone
Half niggas couldn't do it if you became a clone
let me run my game
'cause gon know my name when I bust that thang
I'm like Celly in the
I need Christmas
Niggas pissed in the
Like who the is this
Country in this bitch tryin' to take our shine
I takin' yours I'm expandin' mine, aiight

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet like diamonds...
Twenties on the system bombin'
Rocks off the chain man... been
till my knees mash
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got money to let my friends
Bend down, bend down, down
When I pop up spray
In and out of for white ice
But I ain't playin' Dru
'cause I'm bound
Gon plus stacks
Rugged like the named Blacks
Big Benz, Big Rims, Big it up
Big ballin' ass nigga the end of the Dub

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

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

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

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