Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my and my bitches looking down on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs 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 callin'

Versace down my head to my neck
Pootie Tang the belt game, show some respect
All bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in Trump
Got emergency when I come home
Cause that rapper have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced 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 car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap die over music

Just got brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry niggas testifying in their music
I seen last 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 on the prison yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the number that they gave me I arrived
just another form of slavery that's 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 bitches down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm
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

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

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

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