Luyện nghe bài hát I JUS WANNA BALL

(Intro talk)

Aye man my name or whatever you want to call me
Doing everything they we couldn't
(Ball!, yeah!)
Fabalon Fresh, you know what im
Fabalon, man, haters, doubters
(Baby I just ball!)
We doing this for years man, Me, Fame, Feady
You what I'm saying, Mo, Big Pauly, Joey
Just basically a good time you know what I mean!

(Versus One)

(Ball!)
Welcome to the show
I ain't into
I'm addicted to the doe
I'm also into mommies that no English what so
But know how to work to keep you focus on dat hustle
you on your stack up
Get your on rack up
Sh*t, I keep a for motivation just to act up
Got a burner on my now
Jus for up
Just in them brand new haters trip and want to act up
Swear for God I mean
for God I do this
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, they block until
I feel they
you ni**as doing
Lets get back to the
Hash tag Rico women coconut and sunny
Hash tag and all we know it getting money
Tell me can you blame me?
you want me looking bummy?

(Chorus)

Baby I just ball! (yeah!)
that you feel like (yeah!)
We could creep and crawl as long 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 ball (yeah!)
Hope that's what you do (yeah!)
Cause me I got to get this paper
you won't do (yeah!)
These known to be some bad actors where we from fool (yeah!)
So I got to keep up with the traffic, so I lose
I wanna ball!

(Verse Two)

I tell you ni**as one
Fabalon
You other come stains
pathetic
Your swag is dumb
Disappointment and
Best description how you run
Me I'm on the
Acapulco,
You can catch me in the west, whether Alief or that
You better spec
Hate to spill it ego, cause your feeling upset
Another playing hero
Tell your momma God
That's what a do
We do we want
You do you suppose to do
Who the are you
I we be Fabaloing
And we gone, get it, get it, it, stick it
Till the morning, you up and yawning
We running round and punk
You at home counting sheep that 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!)
Hope that you feel (yeah!)
We could creep and crawl just as long as you me right (yeah!)
You still got on them
What you to play a Gee like
I'd rather take a lost then get caught up with a flea like, (yeah!) be
I wanna ball (yeah!)
Hope that's what you do (yeah!)
Cause me I got to get paper stacking
you won't do (yeah!)
These Boys known to be some bad actors where we from (yeah!)
So I got to up with the traffic, so I don't lose
I just ball!

(Vamp)

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