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 when I'm
You know I got to keep
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this 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 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 different time zones
I got a big bitch up in Trump zone
Got emergency when I come home
Cause that rapper have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, bikini 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 quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony
Rap niggas die music

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in music
I seen niggas last minutes 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 five
That's the number that they gave me when I
It's another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up trying to survive, I know why

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to 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'

I'm yelling money over bitches, 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 mama's 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 ain't got a
Iced out Rollie, fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so hoes know I came

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
These play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
through 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 further than rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or don't call me, rain down nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your

Until God for me
keep ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
You I got to keep ballin'
the FEDs 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 I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we 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