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 but flossers up in here

Ah
We gon it up
If you ladies want war we gon it up
If you bitches got flash it up
R.A.M Squad, Universal gon it up
Ah

(Nelly)
You can me in tha back like Shaq, nigga, posted up
Or at the bar some broad, nigga, toasted up
Any you open mouth niggers I'm a 'em up
Anybody wanna try I'ma 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 I can't even get no rest at home
How many can a nigga change his phone
Yeah I left five bitches but I came alone
Half niggas couldn't do it if you became a clone
Best let me run my
'cause yall gon know my name when I bust thang
I'm Celly in the club
I need more
Niggas pissed in the
Like who the fuck is
Country nigga in this bitch tryin' to our shine
I takin' 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 mash
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got money to let my friends
down, bend down, 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 plus stacks
Rugged like the motherfucker 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" screen screech trash it up

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't trust no thug I'm the clock
Hopped out the spot lyin' the block
Stay long enough to find a shorty dead on the
No security, I'm you with pounds and glocks
Hennessy straight in the hold the ice
I'm unpredictable my is like a roll of dice
Got bitches heads turning the poltergiest
Except they ain't gold diggers want diamonds now
Its guns, bitches,and weed when I'm in
Yo son your man better calm him down
Before I beat with the and turn him into a vegetable
And the next time I'm in I'll fuck it up for the rest 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
Twist spit fire like a tone barretta
Millionaire in the ring the gold umbrella
Got the cheese, chedder, and mozzeralla
out baller yall, livin it better
Put keys in the call me Mr. C
Heavy neck with the like Mr. T
Seen Nelly's blue truck so I the V
Paid my way out of court so I a plea
Now my like Onyx, puff on chronic
Hear my hooked on phonics
want to be a baller now
Wanna be a big shot, now