Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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 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'

Versace from my head to my neck
Tang with 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 seven different time zones
I got a big booty up in Trump zone
Got emergency blunts when I come
Cause that weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga
Hit a nigga with my car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

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

Until God 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 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', ballin', we callin'

I'm money over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every
Every brick, every whip, kicks with names
I used to hustle taxes, child I can claim
Paid all my bills so how can she complain?
Call my dimes, I treat 'em like 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 I came

Ballin' on these all the time
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my favorite design, my raised me to shine
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
Shining my like, "where's my target at?"
Came your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when they all go
Cracks in the armor, this reach than rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or don't call me, rain down nobody standing
Won't no snipe for your army

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 know what this about I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You know I got to ballin'
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin' we callin'