Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

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

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

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

I had to get off out these to get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the crib and on a sweet
And let 'em feel something deep, so the realest can feel
How I felt right before I bust steel
Rappin' my life of skrill
And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rollin' through this Chi-Town streets
With my mobsta elites on the way to Riverside Mall
thanks to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball at
Keepin' shit for y'all

Come on and a little trip with 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 spark up a bud and get blown away)

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

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

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

Bustin' shots in directions
A nigga stop a moment from getting
I done witnessed public aid, get sprayed, the tip raise
And Momma cry, Why my bills get paid

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

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

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

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 back and a pocket full of
Take a match and spark up a bud and get blown away)

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

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