Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

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

Ah
We gon it up
If you ladies war we gon blast it up
If you bitches got bling it up
R.A.M Squad, Universal gon 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 mouth I'm a close 'em up
Anybody try I'ma burst 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 times can a nigga change 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 know my name when I that thang
I'm like Celly in the
I need Christmas
pissed in the club
Like who the fuck is
Country nigga in bitch tryin' to take our shine
I takin' I'm just expandin' mine, aiight

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet diamonds... shinin'
on the S-Tank system bombin'
Rocks off the chain man... been
Ball till my knees
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got to let my friends know
Bend down, bend down, down
When I pop up relms
In and out of town for ice
But I ain't Dru Down
I'm platinum bound
Gon through plus
like the motherfucker 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 nigga gas it up
on the road I'm gon class it up
80" screen screech trash it up

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't trust no thug I'm around the
out the spot lyin' around the block
Stay long enough to find a shorty dead on the
No security, I'm greeting you pounds and glocks
Hennessy straight in the hold the ice
I'm unpredictable my life is a roll of dice
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' calm him down
I beat with the handle 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)
Ball out Stoudamire
Wave back hairs dry like fire
Blue faced, hard fame, like rocky
We out in St.louis like McGwire
Twist snips spit fire a tone barretta
Millionaire in the ring the gold umbrella
Got the cheese, chedder, and mozzeralla
Tooth out baller yall, it better
Put keys in the hood me Mr. C
neck with the bling like Mr. T
Seen Nelly's blue so I copped the V
Paid my way out of court so I a plea
Now my like Onyx, puff on chronic
Hear my voice hooked on
Everyone to be a baller now
Wanna be a big shot, now