Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', 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 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'

Versace down from my head to my
Pootie Tang with the belt game, some respect
All these on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old
Fly over different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in Trump
Got emergency blunts when I home
Cause that rapper weed'll have 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, a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony turn to Tony Stewart
Rap die over music

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry niggas testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes they lose it
the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum in the penitentiary goin' through it
Put powder on the prison yard, started 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 niggas locked up just to survive, I know why

God calls for me
I'mma ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my looking down on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You I got to keep ballin'
Till the come 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

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

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my favorite design, my raised me to shine
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 records like, "where's my at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me back
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when all go black
Cracks in the armor, this further than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, down 'til nobody standing
show no snipe for your army

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