Luyện nghe bài hát To My Ballerz (Collabo)

[Rappin'
Yo, up ('Sup)
4-Tay, NBK (NBK)
(Colabo)
it out
We mobbin' like y'all

[NBK] To my ballerz with the who be flexxin' the Lexus
For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches
[NBK] And to my in the clubs who be shakin' it up
[4-Tay] 4-Tay and NBK showin' love 'nuff
[NBK] To my ballerz with the who be flexxin' the Lexus
For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches
[NBK] And to my in the clubs who be shakin' it up
[4-Tay] and NBK all night, all day

[Rappin'
How would I rap? How would I rhyme? How I get me some piece of mine?
like to recline, simple and expensive wine
Not that they can't fuck funk nor this flavor
You best to check bitch before she catch that freaky behavior
We gettin' these damn presidents (presidents)
For the deposit box in my residence
'cause real players stack a grip, be hesitant, maneuver on my cellular
A hundred, a hundred, a hundred, a more profit on the
Drop-top double R's, stackin' like
Gotta get that paper, us Cali do it all
Genie, garage door opener, glancin', keepin' the Feds off-balanced
can't find my mansion
Three hundred CE's, hundreds and half-dozens
Just got that for my dogs, me and my cousins
Just like them Mafiosos, so let's make a toast-a
Boss-ballerz, callerz, and I'm the force

Now I'm, out the door my entourage
I hit the in the ele' to the hundred ground garage
Now we blazin' your city
All day at the ball, with the show and all bitches
Got my on, tip the valet and get the key
Now we got one more hour we gots to be onstage
And now we out, yeah, we to the spot
Bouncin' through the avenues, up a fatty
You to see to cruise, and now we out front
Rosa, roach the blunt, and tell we smokey
We left the VIP at the gate choking
Arena sold out, for the burnt out extended
Bended defender, twenty-inch bowl into my
Ziggy, how you
In a navigator limousine made by Lincoln
You know I put the shine on my
And the put the in my speakers
Put the high in the chronic, yea, yea,

For the dollaz, yo, sho' video, get the switch off OG's ride
Four-oh-oh ODS, to the eyes, hella high, right, with the red eyes
Better tip you slow, had a vision the when the fo' fo' come round
Our eyes are swoll', up, better get that
Flip back, get your up my mobile
Oh, damnit, we go 4-Tay, NBK, all day, everyday get paid
No doubt for the clan I'm out want, double O on the freeway
Ain't wrong, baby doll, pullin' your driveway
Walked into house, bust it out, with a J and a bottle of Tangerade