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 about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

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

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

God calls for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
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, kicks designer names
I used to hustle taxes, whose I can claim
Paid all my bills 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 ain't got a
Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida
streaks in the streets so them hoes know I came

Ballin' on these hoes all the
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my favorite design, my 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 to argue that
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
through your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach than rap
Before we react, mob attack
or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my and my bitches 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 y'all know what this about I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', 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'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin' we shot