Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

[Chorus](Nelly)
I see nothing but gangstas up in
I see nothing but ballers up in
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 got bling flash it up
R.A.M Squad, gon stack 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 niggers I'm a close 'em up
Anybody wanna try I'ma it up
I put a T.V. in her I own
I a tattoo of Nelly on her, plus I was on on
It's to the point I can't get no rest at home
How many times can a nigga change his
Yeah I left five bitches but I came alone
Half these couldn't do it if you became a clone
Best let me run my
'cause yall gon know my when I bust that thang
I'm Celly in the club
I need more
Niggas pissed in the
Like who the is this
Country nigga in this bitch tryin' to take our
I takin' yours I'm expandin' mine, aiight

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet diamonds... shinin'
Twenties on the S-Tank system
Rocks off the man... been grimmin'
till my knees mash
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got money to let my friends
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
Rugged like the 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 screen trash it up

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
trust no thug I'm around the clock
Hopped out the spot lyin' around the
Stay long enough to find a dead on the rocks
No security, I'm greeting you with pounds and
straight in the glass hold the ice
I'm unpredictable my life is like a roll of
Got heads turning like the poltergiest
they ain't gold diggers they want diamonds now
Its guns, bitches,and when I'm in town
Yo son your man better calm him down
Before I beat with the handle and turn him a vegetable
And the next I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the rest of yall

(Ram Squad)
out like Stoudamire
Wave hairs dry like urban fire
Blue faced, hard fame, rocky rider
We out in St.louis like Mark
Twist snips spit fire like a tone
in the ring rock the gold umbrella
Got the cream cheese, chedder, and
Tooth out baller yall, 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 so I copped a plea
Now my slang like Onyx, on chronic
Hear my hooked on phonics
Everyone to be a baller now
be a big shot, shotcaller now