Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

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

(Nelly)
You can catch me in tha back Shaq, nigga, posted up
Or at the bar with broad, nigga, toasted up
Any you open mouth I'm a close 'em up
wanna try I'ma 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 can't get no rest at home
How many times can a nigga his phone
Yeah I left with five but I came alone
Half these niggas couldn't do it if you became a
Best let me run my
'cause yall gon my name when I bust that thang
I'm Celly in the club
I more Christmas
Niggas pissed in the
Like who the fuck is
Country nigga in this bitch tryin' to our shine
I yours I'm just expandin' mine, aiight

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet diamonds... shinin'
on the S-Tank system bombin'
Rocks off the man... been 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
When I pop up relms
In and out of for white ice
But I ain't Dru Down
'cause I'm platinum
Gon through plus
Rugged 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 Rolls gas it up
on the road I'm gon class it up
80" four screen trash it up

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't no thug I'm around the clock
Hopped out the lyin' around the block
Stay long enough to a shorty dead on the rocks
No security, I'm greeting you pounds and glocks
straight in the glass hold the ice
I'm unpredictable my life is like a roll of
Got bitches heads turning the poltergiest
Except they ain't gold diggers want diamonds now
Its guns, bitches,and when I'm in town
Yo son your man wildin' better him down
Before I beat with the handle and turn him 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 hairs dry urban fire
Blue faced, hard fame, like rocky
We out in St.louis like Mark
Twist spit fire like a tone barretta
Millionaire in the ring rock the umbrella
Got the cream cheese, chedder, and
Tooth out yall, livin it better
Put in the hood call 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
Hear my voice hooked on
Everyone want to be a now
Wanna be a big shot, now