Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers / Outro Cash Money Mix

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

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

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

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

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We be on some twankies
Playa get found stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of that danky
Big diamond on our panky panky

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

J]
I'm representin' Northern Memphis to the fullest
We ain't the kind to a gun when there ain't no bullets
And when that drama the strap we expect to pull it
You see a nigga holdin gauge and you wish he have
Rolled by yo' mama and put her in a coma
'cause niggas on that Hennessey and marijuana
And now we back up in the hood on a burner
In that game slangin' came to you blood
on, coward

[Lil
They call me draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne
Champagne took my brain I don't I just aim
Drop on a Z-3
Start shootin' 3 burners
How them try me
know me block burner
Better for lil shorty in black
Nigga get
Bout to my glock 40 click clack
Brrr it
It's yo
It
Playin' with the
Pop fire like a
Now what the dilly
influenced on Cristal
I'm warnin' you to the set because it gets wild
I be as a mailman with a pistol
Then deliver him 50 shots and take his

[DJ
Punk bitch I ya
I double dare ya against this pot belly
they try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready
Weak ass them cowards try to make but I knock 'em out
2nd ones step need more help 2 barrels in his mouth
it when this shits fucked up you gotta deal with it
This is my game, live with it or get killed it
These are my
This is my board I let you off
And how you gon' have ice when I cut your water off

[Project
the project nigga roll back I own them bricks
Kickin' game the Hot Boy$ and 3-6
B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil
Memphis, Uptown, and we havin' thangs
AIn't no thang when ya come real ya shine
I'm strapped with a glock 9, he ain't mine
We in our prime in work players never rush it
Full of gin, fucking hoes, like I'm mad
A discussion amongst men means a power
Is about to be for a come-up fool
Slang that when you get in my business
Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the bitch

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