Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

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

Ah
We gon it up
If you ladies want war we gon it up
If you got bling 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 try I'ma burst it up
I put a T.V. in her I own
I left a tattoo of on her, plus I was on on
to the point I can't even get no rest at home
How many can a nigga change his phone
Yeah I left with bitches but I came alone
Half these couldn't do it if you became a clone
let me run my game
'cause yall gon know my when I bust that thang
I'm like in the club
I need more
Niggas in the club
Like who the is this
Country nigga in this bitch tryin' to take our
I yours I'm just expandin' mine, aiight

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

(Ram Squad)
want rhymes
Yall to hear 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 of crime

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't trust no thug I'm the clock
Hopped out the spot lyin' around the
Stay long enough to find a shorty dead on the
No security, I'm greeting you with and glocks
Hennessy straight in the glass the ice
I'm unpredictable my life is like a roll of
Got bitches turning like the poltergiest
Except they ain't diggers they want diamonds now
Its guns, bitches,and when I'm in town
Yo son your man wildin' better calm him
Before I beat with the handle and 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 hairs dry like urban
Blue faced, hard fame, rocky rider
We out in St.louis like Mark
snips spit fire like a tone barretta
Millionaire in the ring rock the umbrella
Got the cheese, chedder, and mozzeralla
out baller yall, livin it better
Put keys in the hood me Mr. C
Heavy with the bling like Mr. T
Nelly's blue truck so I copped the V
Paid my way out of court so I copped a
Now my like Onyx, puff on chronic
Hear my hooked on phonics
Everyone want to be a now
be a big shot, shotcaller now