Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God 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 know I got to ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what about when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

Versace down from my to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, some respect
All bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly over seven time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in zone
Got emergency blunts when I home
Cause that rapper weed'll your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve '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 race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony
Rap niggas die over

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas in their music
I seen niggas five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum nigga in the goin' through it
Put powder on the prison yard, started to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the that they 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
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
You know I got to keep
Till the FEDs come we out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

I'm yelling money bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every
brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I used to 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' with my ankle
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a
Iced out Rollie, three fingers Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes I came

on these hoes all the time
You got kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design, my raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on
I am top five alive, been picked out by God
I'm not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came through your stereo, me charging back
I'm need 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 no snipe for your army

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