Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

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

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

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 keep
Till the 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 shot

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

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

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