Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

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

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

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

I'm yelling money over bitches, over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every
Every brick, every whip, kicks designer names
I to hustle taxes, whose child I can claim
all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I 'em like loose change
Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes I came

Ballin' on these hoes all the
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my favorite design, my raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on
I am top five alive, been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to that
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
through your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' need 15 bombs for
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
in the armor, this reach further than rap
Before we 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', keep on
To my niggas and my looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
You know I got to keep
Till the come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You know I got to ballin'
Till the FEDs come we out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin' we shot