Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

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

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

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

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

Ballin' on these all the time
You got kids, don't need mine
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on
I am top five alive, been 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 charging
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when all go black
in the armor, this reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or don't call me, rain down nobody standing
Won't no snipe for your army

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