Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

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

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, gon stack it up
Ah

(Nelly)
You can me in tha back like 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 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 change his phone
Yeah I left with five but I came alone
these niggas couldn't do it if you became a clone
Best let me run my
'cause yall gon my name when I bust that thang
I'm Celly in the club
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'
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 friends
down, bend down, down underground
When I pop up relms
In and out of town for ice
But I ain't Dru Down
I'm platinum bound
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
Anything on the I'm gon class it up
80" four screen trash it up

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't trust no thug I'm around the
Hopped out the spot lyin' the block
Stay long enough to find a dead on the rocks
No security, I'm greeting you pounds and glocks
Hennessy in the glass hold the ice
I'm unpredictable my life is a roll of dice
Got bitches heads turning like the
Except they ain't diggers they want diamonds now
Its guns, bitches,and when I'm in town
Yo son your man wildin' better 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
back hairs dry like urban fire
Blue faced, hard fame, like rocky
We out in St.louis like Mark
Twist snips spit fire like a barretta
Millionaire in the 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 with the like Mr. T
Seen Nelly's blue so I copped the V
my way out of court so I copped a plea
Now my like Onyx, puff on chronic
my voice hooked on phonics
Everyone want to be a now
Wanna be a big shot, now