Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

Versace down from my head to my
Pootie with the belt game, show some respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old
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 blunts when I come home
Cause that rapper weed'll have your lungs
Yeah, Malibu beaches, 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 Gaza Strip, kill a nigga
Hit a nigga my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap die over music

Just got brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their
I seen niggas last 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 powder on the yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o five
That's the number that they me when I arrived
It's 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 keep ballin', on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches down on me
I y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to ballin'
the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we callin'

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

Ballin' on these 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 five alive, I've been out by God
I'm not on my job, too hard to argue that
my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came your stereo, feel me charging back
I'm gon' need 15 for that
Stage in the garden, hear they all go black
in the armor, this reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob
Stacks or call 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 looking down on me
I know y'all see me I'm ballin'
You know I got to ballin'
Till the FEDs come we out
Y'all niggas y'all what this about when I'm ballin'
stash 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 know what this when I'm ballin'
stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin' we shot