Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

[Chorus](Nelly)
I see nothing but up in here
I see but ballers up in here
I see nothing but dope up in here
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 bling it up
R.A.M Squad, gon stack it up
Ah

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

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet like diamonds...
Twenties on the S-Tank system
Rocks off the man... been grimmin'
Ball my knees mash
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got money to let my friends
Bend down, down, down underground
When I pop up spray
In and out of town for ice
But I ain't playin' Dru
'cause I'm platinum
Gon through stacks
like the motherfucker named Blacks
Big Benz, Big Rims, Big it up
Big ass nigga from the end of the Dub

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

(Ram Squad)
Niggas rhymes
bout to hear me shine
If I sign back with quarters and dimes
I'm nothin' but a baller the day that I die
I'm a live my of crime

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

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