Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

God calls for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my looking down on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to keep
Till the come we ballin' 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 down from my to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show some
All these on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in Trump
Got emergency when I come home
Cause that 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 quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Stewart
Rap niggas die over

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

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

I'm yelling over bitches, money over everything
got me everything, every 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 like loose
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a
Iced out Rollie, fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the so them hoes know I came

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

God calls for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches down on me
I know y'all see me I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
the FEDs 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',
You I got to keep ballin'
the FEDs come 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