Luyện nghe bài hát I JUS WANNA BALL

(Intro talk)

Aye man my name Forch or whatever you want to me
Doing everything they said we
(Ball!, yeah!)
Fresh, you know what im saying
Fortune Fabalon, man, haters,
(Baby I wanna ball!)
We been doing this for man, Me, Fame, Feady
You what I'm saying, Mo, Big Pauly, Joey
Just basically having a good time you what I mean!

(Versus One)

(Ball!)
Welcome to the show
I ain't into
I'm to the dough doe
I'm also into mommies no abla English what so
But know just how to work to keep you on dat hustle
you on your stack up
Get racks on rack up
Sh*t, I keep a hater for motivation to act up
Got a little on my now
Jus for up
Just in case them new haters trip and want to act up
Swear for God I this
Swear for God I do
Swear for God with one shot at the I get to it
Swear for God them busters my hustle all I do is
Chopper, Chopper, down block until
I feel ruin
you ni**as doing
Lets get to the money
Hash tag Puerto Rico women coconut and
Hash tag Fabalon and all we know it money
Tell me player can you me?
What you me looking bummy?

(Chorus)

Baby I wanna ball! (yeah!)
Hope that you feel (yeah!)
We could creep and crawl just as as you freaking me right (yeah!)
You still got on draws
you trying to play a Gee like
I'd rather take a lost then get caught up a flea like, (yeah!) be like
I just wanna (yeah!)
Hope that's you gone do (yeah!)
Cause me I got to get this paper
you won't do (yeah!)
These Boys known to be some bad actors where we fool (yeah!)
So I got to keep up with the traffic, so I lose
I just ball!

(Verse Two)

I you ni**as one thing
Fresh
You other ni**as stains
Borderline
Your swag is lame
Disappointment and
description how you run things
Me I'm on the
Acapulco,
You can catch me in the west, whether Alief or Ingle
You ni**a spec
Hate to spill it over ego, cause feeling upset
Another negro playing
Tell your momma God
That's a player do
We do we want
You do you suppose to do
Who the are you
I know we be
And we gone, get it, get it, it, stick it
Till the morning, you up and yawning
We running round and punk
You ni**as at home counting sheep jump
While a real never wasting his trumps
I don't, ever, to, be a, lame, a**, ni**a, so I
Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it, yeah!

(Chorus)

Baby I wanna ball! (yeah!)
that you feel like (yeah!)
We could creep and crawl just as long as you me right (yeah!)
You still got on draws
What you to play a Gee like
I'd rather take a lost then get caught up with a flea like, (yeah!) be
I just wanna (yeah!)
that's what you gone do (yeah!)
Cause me I got to get this paper
What you do (yeah!)
These Boys known to be some bad actors where we from (yeah!)
So I got to keep up with the traffic, so I lose
I wanna ball!

(Vamp)

(I just Ball!)
We, ball or at all
We, ball, or at all
(Baby I wanna Ball!)
We, or nothing at all
We, ball, or at all
(Baby I just Ball!)
We, or nothing at all
We, ball, or at all
(Baby I just Ball!)
We, or nothing at all
We, ball, or at all