Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
keep 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 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 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 seven time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in Trump
Got emergency blunts I come home
Cause rapper weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm with a sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Stewart
Rap die over music

got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching testifying in their music
I seen last five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I 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 seven
That's the number that they gave me when I
It's just another of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas up just trying to survive, I know why

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 know I got to keep
Till the FEDs we ballin' 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
Money got me everything, watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks with names
I used to hustle taxes, child I can claim
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' my ankle sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes I came

on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, on rewind
I am top five alive, 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, feel me charging
I'm gon' need 15 bombs for
Stage in the garden, hear when they all go
Cracks in the armor, this reach than rap
we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no for your army

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