Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers / Outro Cash Money Mix

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[Project
Man, why niggas always hatin' on Hynotize and Cash Money?
Man, these niggas!

What's up wodie? It's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth
These big Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys,
wit the self millionaire Cash Money boys

You done fucked with the nigga
Must they know that I and I shoot quicker
Should have known not to upset this lil
You got a click so nigga my click thicker
A bunch of real niggas that'll ya
With no catch ya slippin then jam ya up
weight ain't no thang for me
Play by the
Or I'll kill yo' family
what I do
Bust ya chest open
And ya fade nigga
And them all
Moves the 'K nigga
Turk don't play, when time to get serious
Think I'm a hoe it that way and stay curious

Niggas be shoutin' one love but wearin black
Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for
Them niggas shouldn't be respected, fake
Instead of hittin' blocks with glocks and niggas money spot
And breakin' bread with the woman who put em in spot
These niggas wanna trick hoes
And play they nose
Instead of totin' fo' and movin' fuckin' kilos
Nigga I done bought cars than niggas done bought pussy hoes
And bought more rims than done fucked they main hoe in they assholes
3-6 told me to and unload
But fuck that
I'm tryin' to stack and
And that with Universal shoulda showed that
But Uptown is its at
Playboy you tell me how you luv that?
you tell me how you luv that?

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We be on some twanky
Playa hatas get stanky stanky
Trickin fat of that danky danky
Big rangs on our panky panky

Fuck 3-6 Mafia gon' make me millions
Fuck with CMR gon' make me more millions
I can see it, I'm a 'em
And build me and
And put some money to the side for my mom and my
Ridin' with my Rambezee, to the easy
Drinkin' for my Babyzee and B.G.eezy
off
Tinted on my candy apple cut dawg
It's a classy nigga yall

J]
I'm representin' Memphis to the fuckin' fullest
We ain't the kind to tote a gun when ain't no bullets
And when that drama starts the strap we to pull it
You see a nigga holdin gauge and you wish he would
Rolled by yo' mama house and put her in a
'cause niggas gone on Hennessey and marijuana
And now we back up in the hood on a burner
In that game came to you blood donors
It's on,

[Lil
They call me draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne
took my brain I don't think I just aim
Drop on a Z-3
Start shootin' like 3
How them try me
Never me block burner
Better watch for lil in black
get back
Bout to make my glock 40 click
Brrr it
yo Life
It
Playin' with the
Pop fire a skillet
Now nigga the dilly
Highly on Cristal
I'm you to clear the set because it gets wild
I be as a mailman with a pistol
Then deliver him 50 shots and take his

[DJ
Punk I dare ya
I double dare ya step this pot belly
Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ready
Weak ass cowards try to make moves but I knock 'em out
2nd ones step yall need more help 2 in his mouth
Face it when shits fucked up you gotta deal with it
This is my game, live with it or get with it
These are my
This is my board I let you off
And how you gon' have ice when I cut fuckin' water off

[Project
It's the project nigga roll I own them bricks
Kickin' game the Hot Boy$ and 3-6
B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil
North Memphis, Uptown, and we havin'
AIn't no thang ya come real ya gotta shine
I'm strapped with a glock 9, he ain't takin'
We in our prime puttin' in work players rush it
Full of gin, hoes, like I'm mad russian
A discussion men means a power move
Is about to be made for a come-up
Slang that iron you get in my business
Hypnotize, Money, on the rise bitch

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