Luyện nghe bài hát I JUS WANNA BALL

(Intro talk)

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

(Versus One)

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

(Chorus)

Baby I wanna ball! (yeah!)
Hope that you feel (yeah!)
We could creep and crawl just as long as you freaking me (yeah!)
You got on them draws
What you trying to play a Gee
I'd rather take a lost then get caught up with a flea like, (yeah!) be
I wanna ball (yeah!)
that's what you gone do (yeah!)
Cause me I got to get paper stacking
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 one thing
Fabalon
You other come stains
pathetic
Your swag is dumb
and rejection
Best description how you run
Me I'm on the
Acapulco,
You can catch me in the west, Alief or that Ingle
You better spec
to spill it over ego, cause your feeling upset
Another negro playing
Tell momma God bless
what a player do
We do what we
You do you suppose to do
Who the are you
I we be Fabaloing
And we gone, get it, get it, sell it, it
Till the morning, you up and yawning
We running and getting punk
You ni**as at home counting sheep that
While a real player never wasting his
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 just ball! (yeah!)
Hope that you like (yeah!)
We could creep and crawl just as long as you me right (yeah!)
You still got on them
What you trying to a Gee like
I'd rather take a lost then get up with a flea like, (yeah!) be like
I just wanna (yeah!)
that's what you gone do (yeah!)
Cause me I got to get this stacking
you won't do (yeah!)
These Boys known to be bad actors where we from fool (yeah!)
So I got to up with the traffic, so I don't lose
I wanna ball!

(Vamp)

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