Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
To my niggas and my bitches looking on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we out
Y'all niggas y'all 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
Pootie Tang with the game, show some respect
All bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in zone
Got blunts when I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the
Riding through Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

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

Until God for me
keep 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'
Till the FEDs come we 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
Money got me everything, every watch, chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks designer names
I to hustle taxes, whose child I can claim
all my mama's 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 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 all the time
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes 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 hard to argue
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when they all go
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

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