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 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, gon stack it up
Ah

(Nelly)
You can catch me in tha back like Shaq, nigga, up
Or at the bar some broad, nigga, toasted 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 five 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 name when I that thang
I'm like Celly in the
I need 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 like diamonds...
on the S-Tank system bombin'
Rocks off the chain man... grimmin'
Ball till my knees
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got money to let my friends
Bend down, bend down, down
When I pop up spray
In and out of town for ice
But I ain't Dru Down
I'm platinum bound
Gon through stacks
like 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
Anything on the road I'm gon it up
80" four screech trash it up

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't trust no I'm around the clock
out the spot lyin' around the block
Stay long enough to find a shorty 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 a roll of dice
Got heads turning like the poltergiest
Except they ain't gold they want diamonds now
Its guns, bitches,and when I'm in town
Yo son your man wildin' calm him down
Before I with the handle and turn him into a vegetable
And the next time I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the rest of

(Ram Squad)
Ball out like
Wave hairs dry like urban fire
Blue faced, fame, like rocky rider
We out in St.louis like Mark
Twist snips spit fire like a tone
Millionaire in the ring the gold umbrella
Got the cream cheese, chedder, and
out baller yall, livin it better
Put keys in the hood me Mr. C
Heavy neck the bling like Mr. T
Seen blue truck so I copped the V
Paid my way out of court so I a plea
Now my like Onyx, puff on chronic
Hear my hooked on phonics
Everyone want to be a now
be a big shot, shotcaller now