Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

[Bizzy
Motherfuckers ain't gon' get at me like that [laughs]

And ready for
They ridden me of nothin but weapons of war playa
Pick up the double for and devils
more weapons will give 'em the bite
But the war yeah, he got us a sword out of a drawer
Now give me a reason isn't assault, my fault
Caught up in the crosshairs, more playa
thought it was over and it was a wrap
I tap-dance, for the paper, escape in a world that they never did playa
And when it was written, the didn't deliver it in your mail
And do you know, it's just like livin in hideous times here
to kick it, compete with the price
Pour me some ice, yeah, now give me liquor to get with the vibe
For than fast to get with the mass
the underclass is what call it
Call me a drunk or an I'm ballin, motherfucker!

repeat 2X]
I'ma-I'ma keep it thug the day that I die
I'ma keep it thug the day that I die
See ya - see ya boys cause you see a nigga ballin
Sippin-sippin on the until a nigga fallin

[Jim
Jones... now I'ma it to the limit, I was dyin to be the boss
And we was up early cause was a sport
in my thoughts, late 90's it was cold
Lost a friend month, couldn't survive another loss
My niggaz in the pen, until we again
me in the Benz, blowin weed in the wind
I caught a few cases, and now the Coupe
Right through the Westside, seat at the Lakers, the milli-makers
Uhh, and do you know what that money
The turn to sunny scenes
50 thou' on my dungarees, I it rain like it's thundering
But the got me nervous
My niggaz pack guns cause I ain't to get murdered
And the feds to serve us
we ballin, but I'ma thug 'til I die
I hug the sky - Jones!

[Bizzy
As soon as we judge you give me the grudge you get it away me
Always seem to be druggin the bud, get with the scrubs
I'm here waitin for somebody daily
Hopin for love shit it is hard enough, myself, get 'em away from me
Probably continue to move it and groove it
and why you get rid of me
Can get rid of beef, nobody know me and nobody owe me, I get it myself
I'm earnin and wealth up under the belt, the baby can feel the welts
livin in poverty, livin and prosperous
Livin in the matrix, I'm it how
Huh, I'm movin shit, I stay on the edge and ready to smash
And we better that, Lord I hope we kick it to get it together real fast
Together at last, under the bridge, you know what it is, my ass
Drunk or an I'm ballin, even if I'm crawlin
Quicker than fast, now get the mass
The underclass is what they it, motherfucker