Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

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

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 like Shaq, nigga, posted up
Or at the bar with broad, nigga, toasted up
Any you open niggers I'm a close 'em up
Anybody wanna try I'ma it up
I put a T.V. in her I own
I a tattoo of Nelly on her, plus I was on on
to the point I can't even get no rest at home
How many times can a change his phone
Yeah I left with five bitches but I came
Half these couldn't do it if you became a clone
let me run my game
'cause yall gon know my name when I bust that
I'm like Celly in the
I need more
Niggas pissed in the
who the fuck is this
Country nigga in this 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 bombin'
off the chain man... been grimmin'
Ball till my knees
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got to let my friends know
down, bend down, down underground
When I pop up spray
In and out of for white ice
But I playin' Dru Down
I'm platinum bound
Gon through plus
Rugged like the 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
Anything on the I'm gon class it up
80" four screen trash it up

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

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

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