Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

Once again another Trax
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta
Ain't it a how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially you ain't gotta hide your shit

You know what I'm sayin', you can just for free
Campaignin' your nation in a legit
And face incarceration
Eh yo, Stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'

A nigga been so long, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, blows, we in' zones
My mom didn't understand me, "Boy, you gon' die just your daddy
From two to the head, dumped in the
I didn't to you so badly

I was young and
Fast life sprung of the and hoes that it brung
Had a full of hollows to bring your momma sorrow
But now regret I've done

all in the game, whether gang bang or slang
I had to do my
When the shots rang, that's when it clicks in my
All the shit's the same, my nigga need a

I had to get off out these streets to get you out your
a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
And let 'em feel something deep, deep so the can feel
How I felt right before I that steel
Rappin' 'bout my of skrill
And the struggles of a nigga in the chill

Come on and take a little with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a bud and get blown away)

Come on and take a little trip a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and up a little bud and get blown away)

This shit I've tokin' is potent
Got me straight about takin' Mary Jane and eloping
Blowin' smoke with the sunroof half-way
Countercode with the scope in range
I guess he gotta aim and stick a few thangs in the nigga's

No face [unverified] thinkin' that he can
Puttin' food on table is an everyday
But now I did flip my shit legit
And workin' a different angle of the
though my hussle ain't changed

I'm still my best presence to overcome my pain
Singin' of Cain
The roads to riches longer than the freight train
And every little stop keep a tryin' to plot
On the paper you done gain until you

But I put on the foe
I'ma flow 'til I got no choice or yet no voice
But by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet, real estate a Rolls Royce

Rollin' deep through Chi-Town streets
With my elites on the way to North Riverside Mall
Givin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit where to at
shit tight for y'all

Come on and take a trip with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of
Take a and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

Come on and take a little trip with a balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of
a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

On the bus in disgust, will I to throw rocks in my pocket?
Nickel in the other
For po who watch, can't stop, it's hot
But I gotta a profit for my baby and my mother
Straight up

What's the frame of mind? That nigga had to have the roll
Be sold or be poor up in these city
Or the pistol playin' for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I explode C 4, so give me 50 feet

Bustin' in every directions
A nigga stop a moment getting made
I witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raise
And Momma cry, Why my won't get paid

If I have to, I'ma send from blows
Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GDs or
Workin' the 'cause we need some clothes
Who ever thought I'd be making money off of my CDs and

My crib got gats in the hall, rats steady
comin' out the cracks in the wall
On the tip, bust it with my to the wall
Work my way up to an ounce, now I'm to a ball

Now I fin' to spend stacks at the
the blocks on barbers, hopin' my profits stack a bit taller
Twista a.k.a "The Caller", bring your money to the mob
Just to be a talker

on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket of scratch
Take a match and up a little bud and get blown away)

Come on and take a little trip with a balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of
a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

If it's on, I gotta ride out my Mobstas
It it's on, I gotta ride out with the Mobstas
If on, I gotta ride out with my Mobstas
If it's on, I gotta ride out my Mobstas
Mobstas,
If it's on, I gotta out with my Mobstas
(Mobstas)