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 dope stacks up in
I see nothing but flossers up in

Ah
We gon it up
If you want war we gon blast it up
If you bitches got flash it up
R.A.M Squad, Universal gon 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
wanna try I'ma burst it up
I put a T.V. in her I own
I left a tattoo of Nelly on her, I was on on
It's to the point I can't even get no rest at
How many times can a nigga change his
Yeah I with five 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 name when I bust thang
I'm Celly in the club
I need more
pissed in the club
Like who the fuck is
Country nigga in this bitch tryin' to our shine
I takin' yours I'm just expandin' mine,

(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 to let my friends know
Bend down, down, down underground
When I pop up spray
In and out of for white ice
But I ain't Dru Down
'cause I'm bound
Gon through plus
Rugged like the named Blacks
Big Benz, Big Rims, Big it up
Big ballin' ass nigga 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 screech trash it up

(Ram Squad)
Niggas want
Yall bout to hear me
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 spot lyin' around the
Stay long enough to find a shorty dead on the
No security, I'm greeting you with pounds and
Hennessy straight in the hold the ice
I'm unpredictable my life is like a roll of
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 better calm him down
Before I beat with the handle and 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
back hairs dry like urban fire
Blue faced, hard fame, like rocky
We out in St.louis like McGwire
Twist spit fire like a tone barretta
Millionaire in the ring the gold umbrella
Got the cream cheese, chedder, and
out baller yall, livin it better
Put in the hood call me Mr. C
Heavy neck with the like Mr. T
Seen blue truck so I copped the V
Paid my way out of court so I copped a
Now my like Onyx, puff on chronic
Hear my voice on phonics
Everyone to be a baller now
Wanna be a big shot, now