Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers Up In Here

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

Ah
We gon it up
If you want 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 like Shaq, nigga, 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 at home
How many can a nigga change his phone
Yeah I with five bitches but I came alone
Half these 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 more
pissed in the club
Like who the is this
Country nigga in bitch tryin' to take our shine
I takin' yours I'm just mine, aiight

(Ram Squad)
I'm in the jet diamonds... shinin'
Twenties on the S-Tank system
Rocks off the chain man... grimmin'
Ball my knees mash
for the new Jag
I'm now, win now got money to let my know
Bend down, bend down, down
When I pop up relms
In and out of town for ice
But I playin' Dru Down
I'm platinum bound
Gon through stacks
Rugged the motherfucker named Blacks
Big Benz, Big Rims, Big it up
Big ballin' ass from the end of the Dub

[Bridge](Nelly)
we gon mash 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)
want rhymes
Yall bout to me shine
If I don't sign back with and dimes
I'm but a baller till the day that I die
I'm a live my of crime

(Sticky Fingaz)
Don't trust no thug I'm the clock
Hopped out the lyin' 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 hold the ice
I'm unpredictable my is like a roll of dice
Got bitches heads like the poltergiest
Except they 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 and turn him into a vegetable
And the time I'm in town I'll fuck it up for the rest of yall

(Ram Squad)
Ball out Stoudamire
Wave back hairs dry like fire
Blue faced, hard fame, like rider
We out in St.louis Mark McGwire
Twist snips spit like a tone barretta
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 like Mr. T
Seen blue truck so I copped the V
Paid my way out of court so I copped a
Now my like Onyx, puff on chronic
Hear my hooked on phonics
Everyone want to be a now
be a big shot, shotcaller now