Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

down from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show respect
All bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly over seven different zones
I got a big booty bitch up in zone
Got emergency blunts when I come
that rapper weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced 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, Tony turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

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

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

I'm yelling money over bitches, over everything
got me everything, every watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer
I used to hustle taxes, whose I can claim
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three reppin' Rida Gang
streaks in the streets so them hoes know I came

Ballin' on these hoes all the
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on
I am top five alive, I've picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to that
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came through stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' need 15 bombs for
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody
show no snipe for your army

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