Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

[Chorus](Nelly)
I see nothing but gangstas up in
I see nothing but up in here
I see nothing but dope 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 got bling flash 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 I'm a close 'em up
wanna try I'ma burst it up
I put a T.V. in her I own
I left a tattoo of Nelly on her, I was on on
to the point I can't even get no rest at home
How many times can a nigga change his
Yeah I left with five bitches but I alone
Half these niggas couldn't do it if you a clone
Best let me run my
'cause yall gon know my when I bust that thang
I'm like Celly in the
I more Christmas
Niggas in the club
who the fuck is this
Country nigga in this bitch tryin' to take our
I takin' yours I'm just expandin' mine,

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet diamonds... shinin'
Twenties on the S-Tank system
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
Bend down, down, down underground
When I pop up spray
In and out of town for ice
But I playin' Dru Down
'cause I'm platinum
Gon through plus
Rugged like the motherfucker named
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 road I'm gon it up
80" four screen screech it up

(Ram Squad)
Niggas want
bout to hear me shine
If I don't sign back 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 trust no I'm around the clock
Hopped out the spot lyin' around the
Stay long enough to a shorty dead on the rocks
No security, I'm greeting you with pounds and
straight in the glass hold the ice
I'm unpredictable my is like a roll of dice
Got bitches heads turning like the
Except they ain't gold diggers want diamonds now
Its guns, bitches,and weed when I'm in
Yo son your man wildin' better calm him
Before I with the handle and turn him into a vegetable
And the next I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the rest of yall

(Ram Squad)
Ball out like
Wave back dry like urban fire
Blue faced, hard fame, like rider
We out in St.louis like McGwire
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 call me Mr. C
Heavy neck with the bling Mr. T
Seen Nelly's blue so I copped the V
Paid my way out of so I copped a plea
Now my like Onyx, puff on chronic
Hear my voice on phonics
Everyone to be a baller now
Wanna be a big shot, now