Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

You know what I'm sayin', you can ball for free
Campaignin' your nation in a legit
And gotta incarceration
Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em 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 like daddy
two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I to hurt you so badly

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

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

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

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

Come on and take a little trip with a legit
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)

This shit I've been tokin' is
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Jane and eloping
Blowin' with the sunroof half-way opened
Countercode with the scope in close
I guess he gotta aim and stick a few in the nigga's brain

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 angle of the game
Even my hussle ain't changed

I'm still prayin' my best presence to my pain
Singin' of Cain
The to riches seems longer than the freight train
And every little stop a nigga tryin' to plot
On the paper you done gain you drain

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

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

on and take a little trip with a legit 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)

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

On the bus in disgust, will I to throw rocks in my pocket?
sacks in the other
For po po's who watch, can't stop, hot
But I gotta make a profit for my 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 like C 4, so give me 50 feet

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

If I have to, I'ma send from blows
can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GDs or foes
Workin' the 'cause we need some clothes
Who ever thought I'd be making off of my CDs and shows

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

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

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

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