Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
To my niggas and my looking down 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 I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

Versace down my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show respect
All bitches 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 bitch up in Trump zone
Got blunts when I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap die over music

Just got this brand, new and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas last minutes then they lose it
Wrap the 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, getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
That's the number that they gave me I arrived
It's just form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive, I 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 know I got to ballin'
Till the FEDs we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

I'm yelling money bitches, money over everything
got me everything, every watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, with designer names
I used to hustle taxes, whose child I can
all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my 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, fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the so them hoes know I came

on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my favorite design, my mama me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, on rewind
I am top alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to that
my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, me charging back
I'm gon' need 15 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 me, rain down 'til nobody standing
show no snipe for your army

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 when I'm
You know I got to 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',
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'