Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

And for warfare
They ridden me of nothin but weapons of war playa
Pick up the double for and devils
more weapons give 'em the bite there
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, here's playa
They thought it was 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 devil didn't it in your mail
And what do you know, it's just like in hideous times here
to kick it, compete with the price
Pour me some ice, yeah, now me some liquor to get with the vibe
For quicker than to get with the mass
the underclass is what call it
Call me a or an alcoholic I'm ballin, motherfucker!

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

[Jim
Jones... now push it to the limit, I was dyin to be the boss
And we was up cause grindin was a sport
Rewindin in my thoughts, late it was cold
Lost a friend every month, couldn't survive another
My in the pen, until we meet again
Picture me in the Benz, blowin weed in the
I caught a few cases, and now the races
Right through the Westside, floor at the Lakers, the milli-makers
Uhh, and do you know that money mean?
The wintertime to sunny scenes
50 thou' on my dungarees, I made it rain like it's
But the money got me
My niggaz pack guns I ain't tryin to get murdered
And the tryin to serve us
Cause we ballin, but I'ma thug 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, they get the scrubs
I'm sittin here waitin for daily
Hopin for love cause it is hard enough, myself, get 'em away from me
does continue to move it and groove it
and why you get rid of me
Can never get rid of beef, 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
Been livin in poverty, livin and
in the matrix, I'm gettin it how
Huh, I'm this shit, I stay on the edge and ready to smash
And we better then that, Lord I we kick it to get it together real fast
Together at last, under the bridge, you what it is, move my ass
Drunk or an alcholic I'm ballin, if I'm crawlin
than fast, now get with the mass
The underclass is what they it, motherfucker