Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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 when I'm
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

Versace down from my to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show respect
All these on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly seven different time zones
I got a big bitch up in Trump zone
Got emergency when I come home
that rapper weed'll have 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 my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap die over music

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

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

I'm yelling over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every
brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I used to taxes, whose child I can claim
all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em loose change
Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a
out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them know I came

Ballin' on these hoes all the
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, on rewind
I am top alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too to argue that
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
in the garden, hear when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further rap
Before we react, mob attack
or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your

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