Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

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

Ah
We gon it up
If you ladies war we gon blast it up
If you got bling flash 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 broad, nigga, toasted 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 on her, plus I was on on
It's to the I can't even get no rest at home
How times can a nigga change his phone
Yeah I left five bitches but I came alone
Half these niggas do it if you became a clone
Best let me run my
'cause gon know my name when I bust that thang
I'm like in the club
I need Christmas
Niggas in the club
Like who the fuck is
Country nigga in bitch tryin' to take our shine
I takin' yours I'm just expandin' mine,

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet like diamonds...
Twenties on the system bombin'
off the chain man... been grimmin'
Ball till my mash
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got to let my friends know
down, bend down, down underground
When I pop up relms
In and out of town for ice
But I playin' Dru Down
'cause I'm platinum
Gon plus stacks
Rugged like the motherfucker named
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 screech it up

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't no thug I'm around the clock
Hopped out the spot around the block
Stay long to find a shorty dead on the rocks
No security, I'm you with pounds and glocks
Hennessy straight in the glass the ice
I'm unpredictable my life is a roll of dice
Got bitches heads turning like the
Except they ain't gold diggers they want now
Its guns, bitches,and weed I'm in town
Yo son your man wildin' better calm him
Before I beat with the and turn him into a vegetable
And the next time I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the of yall

(Ram Squad)
Ball out Stoudamire
Wave hairs dry like urban fire
Blue faced, hard fame, rocky rider
We out in St.louis like McGwire
Twist spit fire like a tone barretta
Millionaire in the ring the gold umbrella
Got the cream cheese, chedder, and
Tooth out baller yall, livin it
Put keys in the call me Mr. C
Heavy neck with the bling Mr. T
Nelly's blue 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
be a big shot, shotcaller now