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 flossers up in

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 catch me in tha like Shaq, nigga, posted up
Or at the bar with some broad, nigga, up
Any you open niggers I'm a close '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
It's to the point I can't even get no at home
How times can a nigga change his phone
Yeah I left with bitches but I came alone
Half niggas 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 more Christmas
pissed in the club
Like who the is this
Country nigga in this bitch to take our shine
I takin' I'm just expandin' mine, aiight

(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 know
Bend down, bend down, underground
When I pop up relms
In and out of town for ice
But I ain't Dru Down
'cause I'm bound
Gon through plus
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 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
out the spot lyin' around the block
Stay enough to find a shorty dead on the rocks
No security, I'm you with pounds and glocks
Hennessy straight in the glass the ice
I'm unpredictable my life is like a of dice
Got bitches heads turning like the
Except they ain't gold diggers they want now
Its guns, bitches,and weed I'm in town
Yo son your man wildin' better him down
Before I beat with the 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 hairs dry like urban fire
Blue faced, hard fame, like rider
We out in St.louis Mark McGwire
Twist snips spit fire like a barretta
Millionaire in the rock the gold umbrella
Got the cheese, chedder, and mozzeralla
Tooth out baller yall, livin it
Put in the hood call me Mr. C
Heavy neck the bling like Mr. T
Seen Nelly's blue truck so I the V
Paid my way out of so I copped a plea
Now my slang like Onyx, puff on
Hear my hooked on phonics
Everyone to be a baller now
be a big shot, shotcaller now