Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

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

Versace down my head to my neck
Pootie with 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 seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in zone
Got emergency blunts I come home
Cause rapper weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will 'em
Just every day I'm with a sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die music

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

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

I'm money over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, chain
Every brick, whip, kicks with designer 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 change
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ballin' with my sprained
No love, got it out the mud, my ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three reppin' Rida Gang
Tire streaks in the streets so them hoes know I

Ballin' on hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need
Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to
C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, been 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 charging
I'm gon' 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, hear when they all go
Cracks in the armor, 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 when I'm
You know I got to keep
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 know I got to ballin'
Till the come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas know what this about when I'm ballin'
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', we shot callin'