Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin

I'll be a baller I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a nigga
be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my nigga, I die a paid nigga

I'll be a baller I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid
I'll be a baller I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid

Some niggas be all up in my shit, you need to
Sprinkle a motherfucker will leave you split
Tore back ass out you your hat
Flat broke, talking fuck that nigga S P I

But you can't go one on one Spice 1 because I'm to die
I gets even up on they ass like bitches in ditches
The gangsterism resulting in
Bailing up in hooptie at the gas station

You facing the killer for real-a ass nigga where the scrilla
Jacking you for your shit, taking ends pull off my mask
Hitting the corner, hopping up in my with your cash
I mash out, you ass out

Left you shot up in seven-trey glasshouse
Because you don't know me like you think you do, I'm for thefetty
Ready to die for them presidents, high and deadly
I ask to or not to ball, partner answer the question
I a nigga running up on my hooptie with Smith and Wesson

I'll be a 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a 'til I die
I'll be to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga

be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid
I'll be a 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a nigga

One for your mind
Here to the pimps, playas, hustlas, ballers
All my niggas on the grind, packing millimeters
Nine lives like cheetahs but your still in

Drug dealers peep the shit that I
Hustling, busting down zips chips
If we ain't making it we taking
To the extreme hit the scenery with

Gun, get the creamery and ice cream, scream
run, I come like point blank
Mobbing the motherfucking bank, looking like
Frank and I take so many penitentiary chances, to

Scrilla scratch must have more stack in the safe
I mean [unverified], nigga your safe is my
And I'm gonna make sure that my ain't your safe
By a .38 up in your face

For running up in my place and the spot
And not to get your ass shot
Yeah, another one bites the
The busts caps at your house

Matter fact, niggas don't like the
About to L-U, didn't they you
I'm a youngster trying to have something like my L-Q

I'll be a 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid
I'll be a baller I die
I'll be to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga

I'll be a 'til I die
I'll be to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid

the motherfucking East Bay G with
The clipper, savage thug nigga
See I was born the lust for money, chrome plated triggers
Mob style haulering 187 up in face
Put a gauge between your throat and tell you that out of place

don't be knowing we vicious and vicious
To get the cheese tickets to G's, cruises overseas
Can't be no punk about the that we're in
Got to be a to the game or nigga you'll never get your dividends

Balling till I die, until I die be a baller
Let my riders do the dirt and be the shot caller
I got to do for the lifestyle that'll pay them forever
Never slip stay on my toes nigga walk the yellow stripe

But pull me back, because they cowards and
I be the nigga that take drama and put a twist in your the shit
Caps get slapped steel, hot slugs will be your meal
Fucking around my money is just going to get your ass killed