Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers / Outro Cash Money Mix

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

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

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

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

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

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

J]
I'm representin' Northern Memphis to the fuckin'
We ain't the kind to a gun when there ain't no bullets
And when that drama starts the we expect 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 gone on that Hennessey and marijuana
And now we up in the hood on a burner phone-a
In that slangin' came to you blood donors
on, coward

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

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

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

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