Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God 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 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'

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 Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly seven different time zones
I got a big bitch up in Trump zone
Got emergency when I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
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 quick
Hit a with my race 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 seen niggas last five then they lose it
Wrap the sheet his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum in the penitentiary goin' through it
Put on the prison yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
the number that they gave me when I arrived
It's just another of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas up just 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 y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to 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', ballin', we shot

I'm yelling money over bitches, money over
Money got me everything, watch, every chain
brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I to hustle taxes, whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the so them hoes know I came

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on
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 gon' need 15 for that
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til standing
Won't no snipe for your army

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