Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
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 about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

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

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm to use it
Dry snitching 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 through it
Put powder on the prison yard, started to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
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

God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me I'm ballin'
You know I got to ballin'
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 callin'

I'm yelling money over bitches, money everything
got me everything, every watch, every 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 like loose
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt got a stain
Iced out Rollie, fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them know I came

Ballin' on these all the time
You got kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on
I am top five alive, I've 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 bombs for
Stage in the garden, hear when all go black
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down nobody standing
show no snipe for your army

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