Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

[Chorus](Nelly)
I see but gangstas up in here
I see but ballers up in here
I see nothing but dope stacks up in
I see nothing but flossers up in

Ah
We gon it up
If you want war we gon blast it up
If you bitches got flash it up
R.A.M Squad, gon stack it up
Ah

(Nelly)
You can catch me in tha like Shaq, nigga, posted up
Or at the bar with some broad, nigga, up
Any you open mouth niggers I'm a 'em up
Anybody wanna try burst it up
I put a T.V. in her I own
I left a tattoo of on her, plus I was on on
It's to the point I can't even get no at home
How many can a nigga change his phone
Yeah I with five bitches but I came alone
Half niggas couldn't do it if you became a clone
Best let me run my
'cause yall gon my name when I bust that thang
I'm Celly in the club
I need Christmas
Niggas pissed in the
Like who the fuck is
Country nigga in bitch tryin' to take our shine
I takin' yours I'm just expandin' mine,

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet like diamonds...
Twenties on the system bombin'
Rocks off the chain man... grimmin'
Ball till my mash
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got money to let my friends
Bend down, bend down, underground
I pop up spray relms
In and out of for white ice
But I ain't Dru Down
I'm platinum bound
Gon plus stacks
Rugged like the motherfucker named
Big Benz, Big Rims, Big it up
Big ballin' ass nigga the end of the Dub

[Bridge](Nelly)
Aiight we gon it up
I'm in the 69 Rolls gas it up
Anything on the road I'm gon it up
80" screen screech trash it up

(Ram Squad)
Niggas rhymes
Yall bout to me shine
If I don't sign back with and dimes
I'm nothin' but a till the day that I die
I'm a live my life of

(Sticky Fingaz)
trust no thug I'm around the clock
Hopped out the spot lyin' the block
Stay long enough to a shorty dead on the rocks
No security, I'm you with pounds and glocks
Hennessy straight in the glass the ice
I'm my life is like a roll of dice
Got bitches heads turning the poltergiest
Except they ain't gold diggers they want now
Its guns, bitches,and weed when I'm in
Yo son your man wildin' calm him down
Before I with the handle and turn him into a vegetable
And the next time I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the of yall

(Ram Squad)
out like Stoudamire
Wave back dry like urban fire
Blue faced, fame, like rocky rider
We out in St.louis like McGwire
Twist snips spit like a tone barretta
Millionaire in the rock the gold umbrella
Got the cream cheese, chedder, and
out baller yall, livin it better
Put in the hood call me Mr. C
neck with the bling like Mr. T
Seen Nelly's blue so I copped the V
Paid my way out of so I copped a plea
Now my slang Onyx, puff on chronic
Hear my hooked on phonics
Everyone want to be a now
be a big shot, shotcaller now