Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ballin' Man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why, I ride tight, on? Out of sight
It be the hoes
Or could it be that I ride on
My is filled with speakers
I know damn well you me

Got a torch, you see me
Hundred that beaming
Niggas they haters
And busters they be me

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

Playa hating ass nigga, take the temptation
Wanna rush me, then bust me, leave me fucked in the game
All because I drained his bitch, now partners use his
See the spokes, and how the gleaming make 'em wanna

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

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

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

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

of Crystal, even 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', callin' and stacking

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