Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

[Chorus](Nelly)
I see nothing but up in here
I see nothing but ballers up in
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 bling it up
R.A.M Squad, Universal gon it up
Ah

(Nelly)
You can catch me in tha back Shaq, nigga, posted up
Or at the bar with some broad, nigga, 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 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 times can a change his phone
Yeah I left with five bitches but I came
Half these niggas 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 in the club
I need Christmas
pissed in the club
Like who the fuck is
Country nigga in this bitch to take our shine
I takin' yours I'm expandin' mine, aiight

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet diamonds... shinin'
Twenties on the system bombin'
Rocks off the man... been grimmin'
Ball till my knees
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got money to let my know
down, bend down, down underground
When I pop up spray
In and out of for white ice
But I ain't playin' Dru
'cause I'm platinum
Gon through stacks
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" four screen trash it up

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't trust no thug I'm the clock
Hopped out the spot around the block
Stay long enough to find a shorty on the rocks
No security, I'm greeting you with and glocks
straight in the glass hold the ice
I'm unpredictable my life is a roll of dice
Got bitches turning like the poltergiest
they ain't gold diggers they want diamonds now
Its guns, bitches,and weed when I'm in
Yo son your man wildin' better calm him
Before I beat with the handle and 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 dry like urban 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 truck so I copped the V
Paid my way out of court so I a plea
Now my slang like Onyx, puff on
my voice hooked on phonics
Everyone want to be a now
Wanna be a big shot, now