Luyện nghe bài hát I JUS WANNA BALL

(Intro talk)

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

(Versus One)

(Ball!)
Welcome to the though
I into mollies
I'm addicted to the doe
I'm also into mommies that no abla English so
But know just how to work to keep you on dat hustle
you on your stack up
Get your racks on up
Sh*t, I a hater for motivation 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 knock my hustle all I do is
Chopper, Chopper, they block until
I feel ruin
you ni**as doing
Lets get to the money
tag Puerto Rico women coconut and sunny
Hash tag Fabalon and all we it getting money
me player can you blame me?
What you me looking bummy?

(Chorus)

Baby I just 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 a flea like, (yeah!) be like
I just wanna (yeah!)
Hope that's you gone do (yeah!)
me I got to get this paper stacking
What you do (yeah!)
These Boys known to be 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 ni**as come
pathetic
Your swag is lame
Disappointment and
Best description how you run
Me I'm on the
Acapulco,
You can me in the west, whether Alief or that Ingle
You ni**a spec
to spill it over ego, cause your feeling upset
Another negro playing
Tell your momma God
That's a player do
We do what we
You do sh*t you to do
Who the are you
I know we be
And we gone, get it, get it, it, stick it
Till the morning, yall you up and
We running round and punk
You ni**as at counting sheep that jump
a real player 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 just ball! (yeah!)
Hope you feel like (yeah!)
We creep and crawl just 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 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 paper stacking
What you do (yeah!)
Boys known to be some bad actors where we from fool (yeah!)
So I got to keep up with the traffic, so I don't
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, ball or at all
We, ball, or at all
(Baby I wanna Ball!)
We, or nothing at all
We, ball, or at all