Luyện nghe bài hát Baller In The Mix

Peep that, feel this, I'm in here my, ah, Herschelwood Click
You know what I'm sayin', we nuttin' but some, uh, ballers
Steady ballin' in the mix, know what I'm 'bout?

Ballin'...ballin' in the mix, everything broke,
Lil' gon' fix

I ballin', ballin' in the mix
I'm a pimp, not a trick, hittin' for my fricks
Sweets and sticks, equal platinum
Ridin' in the Benz, screens on, flicks
Can't forget, Herschelwood is so damn thick
on dick, that ain't shit, I hit the pussy and split
Peep game of a real-live baller
in Texas watch the flexin' young shot-caller
Now how many playas get to live dream
Come up in the game and get to start some of that
Know I mean, if you's a hustler, of course you do
And if you ain't a baller I ain't talkin' to you, uh

Ballers...ballin' in the mix, everything broke,
Lil' Keke fix
I keep ballin', in the mix
I'm a pimp, not a trick, licks for my fricks
Ballin'...ballin' in the mix, everything broke,
Lil' gon' fix
I ballin', ballin' in the mix
Herschelwood and we are so fucking thick

Well I'm a baller, the represent
I can't count the kilos, the I sent
From the corners and the clerks, for and blocks
I used to cut up rocks, now I pop them
I gotta the cops, I got hoes by the flocks
And the won't stop, until I'm sittin' on top of the world
On stacks, and old as a
Herschelwood do the front to and the back

Well I'm a baller, server alcohol uh, Corona
Slangin' to the Seoul, uh
Rode deep, Socci with the fat sweep
10 g's in the back of my C
Playa thing mary jane when I come around
Meal tickets bein' in this H-Town
Low ratin' niggas hatin' I'm pushin' bricks
Can't cause I'm rollin' with them ballin' niggas SHIT

Ballin' in the mix, gotten broke,
Keke gon' fix
I keep ballin', in the mix
Herschelwood Click and you hoes forget that we ballin'
Ballin' in the mix, gotten broke,
Lil' gon' fix
I keep ballin', in the mix
Click and you niggas can't forget

Me mugs get slugs when you with thugs
I pushed and shoved for ghetto love, affiliated with
And uh, marsh shit don't thrill me, haters kill me
Don't mess wit' Texas make the whole feel me
Now how many wanna ball like me
And how many hoes wanna fuck Ke
2 or 3 now it should be more than that
I'm sittin' low phat creemats in the cat
I grab my gat blugs back while I'm blowin' up
Recent cut, fourset, bezentine, and
Herschelwood it ain't over, mix the serve the soda
A 600 Benz with the V-12
South to Carolina, a nationwide drug smuggler
Rap got me fame, low key, undercover
Yo brother and their other, whoever taller
Southside representin' as a baller,

in the mix, everything gotten broke,
Lil' gon' fix
I keep ballin', in the mix
I'm a pimp, not a trick, hittin' licks for my
Ballin', in the mix
Herschelwood click and you niggas forget that we
Ballin', in the mix
If you don't my style, straight up suck my dick