Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ballin' Man

Raheem presents Drama, tight 2 Def
Get at ass, boy

Ice on my wrist, I'm man
Hoes on my dick, I'm man
of Crystal, I'm ballin' man
Shoes of crocodile, I'm man

House on the lake, I'm man
2 Def straight pushing weight, I'm ballin' man
Dubs on the Lex', I'm man
Cashing eight figure checks, I'm man

Yo, yo, yo, yo drama, how you it?

Me and my niggas, we riding from Charleston to Texas
Bowling paint job, with D's on the Lex
Beamers and Cadillacs, optimos and fat
We trained for combat, you wrong, we attack

We ride like Desperado on the spokes out
cheese in the pockets
And keep our distance from cop
AK on the front seat for any drama, I may

My pager off killing hoes, providing B's and Vouges
Clientelle getting bigger, while calculating figures
More realer than Rockafeller, cheese than Donald Trump
Niggas they me, they wanna kill me like JFK

Why, 'cause I tight, on? Out of sight
It might be the
Or could it be I ride on Vogues?
My trunk is filled with
I know damn well you me

Got a torch, you see me
Hundred that beaming
Niggas plotting they
And they wanna be me

In the club I'm balling bitch, now me love
Bossalinie, Versace shoes, with some Gator
Dom Perignon, it's on now the early morn'
Fuck a hobby man, balling be my occupation

Playa hating ass nigga, can't the temptation
Wanna rush me, then me, then leave me fucked in the game
All because I his bitch, now partners use his name
See the spokes, and how the gleaming 'em wanna scheme

85 Chevy Caprice off on Dayne-Daynes
Paint job, be clocking mills, with some blowed
20 and bubble, buy the Reeboks, now them some shoes
the 9 up on the seat, thats where its supposed to be

For them bustas and them that wanna touch a G
Put it down and moved on up too like me George
Fuck the law, and fuck the pen, I'm ballin' man
Loved the living, I'm dedicated all to the game, I'm man

When I'm heated in the club, around 12
All eyes on a playa, I'll blow up the spot
You can hate, we clouts in the V.I.P.
Ballers rims, like they stars of films

My moneys too for them too tight crews
And tear da roof off this with this Tight 2 Def shit
Nigga knocking, hoe jocking, 'cause this shit don't
In the club V.I.P. til' the morning

Cases of Crystal, Dom Perignon
A McGyver Road nigga, so you know I don't
But if it come to it, I got my K
Fuck the flexing, 'cause we ballin', shot and stacking

And if it come down to the
Tight 2 Def ain't
money ain't long enough for me, so hoe don't talk
'Cause here in Atlanta nigga, we walk the walk
I say it and clear, I'm ballin' man