Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

Versace from my head to my neck
Pootie with the belt game, show some respect
All bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly over seven different time
I got a big booty bitch up in zone
Got blunts when I come home
Cause that rapper have your lungs gone
Yeah, beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, a nigga quick
Hit a nigga my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

Just got brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas last five minutes then they it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I 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 number that they gave me when I
just another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas up just trying to survive, I know why

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

I'm yelling money over bitches, money over
Money got me everything, every watch, every
Every brick, every whip, kicks with names
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 like change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my ain't got a stain
out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the so them hoes know I came

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

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