Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down 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 what this about I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

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

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

God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches down on me
I know y'all see me I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas know what this about when I'm ballin'
stash 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 with 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 change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida
Tire streaks in the streets so hoes know I came

Ballin' on these hoes all the
You got kids, don't need mine
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
These play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for army

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