Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

Versace down from my head to my
Pootie Tang with the game, show some respect
All bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in Trump
Got emergency when I come home
that rapper weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
Just day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga
Hit a with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in music
I seen niggas last five minutes then lose it
Wrap the sheet his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum nigga in the goin' through it
Put powder on the yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the that they gave me when I arrived
It's just another form of slavery that's in
To all my niggas locked up trying to survive, I know why

God calls for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

I'm money over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer
I used to hustle taxes, whose child I can
Paid all my bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, with my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a
out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes know I

on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, I've picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me charging
I'm gon' need 15 bombs for
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't no snipe for your army

Until God for me
keep ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
You know I got to ballin'
Till the come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You know I got to ballin'
Till the FEDs come we out
niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', we shot callin'