Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

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

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

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
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 FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

I'm yelling money over bitches, money over
Money got me everything, every watch, every
Every brick, every whip, kicks designer 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 loose change
Bryant in the clutch, ballin' 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 so them hoes know I came

Ballin' on these hoes all the
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
These play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too to argue that
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, me charging back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
in the garden, hear when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this further than rap
Before we react, mob attack
Stacks or call me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for army

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