Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

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

Ah
We gon it up
If you ladies want war we gon it up
If you bitches got bling it up
R.A.M Squad, Universal gon it up
Ah

(Nelly)
You can me in tha back like Shaq, nigga, posted up
Or at the bar with 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 many can a nigga change his phone
I left with five bitches but I came alone
Half these niggas do it if you became a clone
Best let me run my
'cause yall gon know my name I bust that thang
I'm Celly in the club
I need Christmas
pissed in the club
Like who the fuck is
nigga in this bitch tryin' to take our shine
I takin' yours I'm just mine, aiight

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet diamonds... shinin'
Twenties on the S-Tank system
off the chain man... been grimmin'
Ball my knees mash
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got to let my friends know
Bend down, bend down, down
I pop up spray relms
In and out of for white ice
But I ain't playin' Dru
'cause I'm platinum
Gon through stacks
Rugged like the motherfucker named
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 I'm gon class it up
80" four screech trash it up

(Ram Squad)
want rhymes
Yall bout to hear me
If I don't sign back with quarters and
I'm nothin' but a baller the day that I die
I'm a my life of crime

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't no thug I'm around the clock
Hopped out the lyin' around the block
Stay long 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 my life is like a roll of dice
Got bitches heads like the poltergiest
Except they gold diggers they want diamonds now
Its guns, bitches,and weed when I'm in
Yo son your man wildin' better him down
Before I beat with the handle and turn him a vegetable
And the time I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the rest of yall

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