Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

Versace down from my to my neck
Pootie Tang 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 emergency blunts I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have lungs gone
Yeah, beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the
Riding through that Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony
Rap die over music

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm to use it
Dry snitching niggas in their music
I niggas last five minutes then they lose it
the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A nigga 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 gave me when I arrived
It's just form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up trying to survive, I know why

God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
To my niggas and my bitches down on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep 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', ballin', we shot

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

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

God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', 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 come we out
niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', 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 shot