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, fuck niggas!

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

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

Niggas be shoutin' one love but wearin black
Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house for play
niggas shouldn't be respected, they fake
Instead of hittin' blocks with glocks and touchin' money spot
And breakin' bread with the who put em in that spot
These wanna trick they hoes
And play they nose
Instead of fo' fo's and movin' fuckin' kilos
Nigga I bought more 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 roll and
But nigga that
I'm tryin' to and mack
And deal 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
hatas get found stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of danky danky
Big diamond rangs on our panky

Fuck with 3-6 Mafia gon' make me
with CMR gon' make me some 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 windows on my candy apple cut
It's a nigga fuck yall

J]
I'm Northern Memphis to the fuckin' fullest
We ain't the kind to tote a gun there ain't no bullets
And when that starts the strap we expect to pull it
You see a nigga holdin gauge and you he would have
by yo' mama house 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 slangin' came to you blood donors
It's on,

[Lil
They me quick draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne
Champagne took my brain I don't think I aim
Drop on a Z-3
Start shootin' 3 burners
How come try me
Never me block burner
Better watch for lil shorty in
get back
Bout to make my 40 click clack
Brrr it
It's yo
It
Playin' with the
Pop fire like a
Now nigga what the
Highly on Cristal
I'm warnin' you to clear the set because it wild
I be disguised as a mailman a pistol
Then him 50 shots and take his child

[DJ
bitch I dare ya
I double ya step 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 yall need more help 2 barrels in his mouth
Face it when this shits fucked up you 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 fuckin' 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 real ya gotta shine
I'm strapped with a glock 9, he takin' mine
We in our prime puttin' in work players never it
Full of gin, fucking hoes, like I'm mad
A discussion amongst men a power move
Is about to be made for a fool
Slang that iron when you get in my
Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the rise

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