Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

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

Ah
We gon it up
If you ladies 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 back like Shaq, nigga, up
Or at the bar with broad, nigga, toasted up
Any you mouth niggers I'm a close '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 even get no at home
How many times can a nigga change his
Yeah I left with five but I came alone
Half these couldn't do it if you became a clone
let me run my game
'cause gon know my name when I bust that thang
I'm Celly in the club
I need more
pissed in the club
Like who the is this
nigga in this bitch tryin' to take our shine
I takin' yours I'm just mine, aiight

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet like diamonds...
Twenties on the system bombin'
Rocks off the chain man... been
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 for white ice
But I playin' Dru Down
'cause I'm bound
Gon through stacks
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 nigga gas it up
Anything on the road I'm gon it up
80" four screech trash it up

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

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't no thug I'm around the clock
Hopped out the spot lyin' the block
Stay long enough to find a shorty on the rocks
No security, I'm greeting you pounds and glocks
Hennessy in the glass hold the ice
I'm my life is like a roll of dice
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 time I'm in town fuck it up for the rest of yall

(Ram Squad)
Ball out Stoudamire
back hairs dry like urban fire
Blue faced, hard fame, like rider
We out in St.louis like Mark
Twist spit fire like a tone barretta
Millionaire in the rock the gold umbrella
Got the cheese, chedder, and mozzeralla
Tooth out baller yall, livin it
Put keys in the hood me Mr. C
neck with the bling like Mr. T
Seen Nelly's blue so I copped the V
Paid my way out of court so I copped a
Now my slang like Onyx, puff on
my voice hooked on phonics
Everyone to be a baller now
be a big shot, shotcaller now