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

Versace down 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 over different time zones
I got a big booty up in Trump zone
Got blunts when I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have your lungs
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas last five minutes then lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I do it"
A nigga in the penitentiary goin' through it
Put powder on the 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 just another form of 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'
Till the FEDs come we 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

I'm yelling money over bitches, money everything
Money got me everything, watch, every chain
Every brick, whip, kicks with designer names
I used to hustle taxes, child I can claim
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she
my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my ankle
No love, got it out the mud, my ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes I came

Ballin' on these all the time
You got your kids, need mine
to my favorite design, my mama 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 never not on my job, too hard to argue
my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me charging
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
in the garden, hear when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, reach further than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your

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 know I got to keep
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin',
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we out
niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin' we shot