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 want war we gon blast it up
If you bitches got bling it up
R.A.M Squad, gon stack it up
Ah

(Nelly)
You can catch me in tha like Shaq, nigga, posted up
Or at the bar some broad, nigga, toasted up
Any you open mouth niggers I'm a 'em up
Anybody try I'ma burst it up
I put a T.V. in her I own
I left a 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 niggas do it if you became a clone
Best let me run my
yall gon know my name when I bust that thang
I'm like in the club
I more Christmas
Niggas pissed in the
Like who the fuck is
Country nigga in bitch tryin' to take our shine
I takin' yours I'm expandin' mine, aiight

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

(Ram Squad)
Niggas rhymes
Yall bout to hear me
If I sign back with quarters and dimes
I'm but a baller till the day that I die
I'm a live my life of

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't trust no thug I'm the clock
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 like a of dice
Got bitches turning like the poltergiest
Except they ain't gold diggers they want 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 turn him into a
And the next time I'm in I'll fuck it up for the rest of yall

(Ram Squad)
out like Stoudamire
Wave hairs dry like urban fire
faced, hard fame, like rocky rider
We out in St.louis Mark McGwire
Twist snips spit fire like a barretta
Millionaire in the ring the gold umbrella
Got the cream cheese, chedder, and
Tooth out baller yall, it better
Put in the hood call me Mr. C
neck with the bling like Mr. T
Seen blue truck so I copped the V
Paid my way out of court so I copped a
Now my slang like Onyx, on chronic
Hear my hooked on phonics
Everyone to be a baller now
Wanna be a big shot, now