Luyện nghe bài hát Ballin'

Until God for me
I'mma keep ballin', keep on
To my niggas and my bitches looking 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 what this about when I'm
That house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot

Versace down my head to my neck
Pootie Tang the belt game, show some respect
All these on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over seven time zones
I got a big bitch up in Trump zone
Got blunts when I come home
Cause that weed'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' solve 'em
every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over

Just got this brand, new and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes then lose it
Wrap the sheet his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A nigga in the penitentiary goin' through it
Put powder on the prison yard, started to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven
the number that they gave me when I arrived
It's just another form of slavery that's in
To all my locked up just trying to survive, I know why

God calls for me
I'mma keep ballin', on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking on me
I know see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to ballin'
the FEDs come 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'

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

Ballin' on these all the time
You got your kids, need mine
Word to my design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes 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 argue
Shining my records like, "where's my at?"
Came through stereo, feel me charging back
I'm need 15 bombs for that
Stage in the garden, when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further rap
Before we react, mob attack
Stacks or don't me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your

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