Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Ballin' Man

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

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

on the lake, I'm ballin' man
Tight 2 Def straight pushing weight, I'm 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, then we

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

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

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

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

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

Playa hating ass nigga, can't take the
Wanna rush me, then bust me, then leave me in the game
All because I drained his bitch, now use his name
See the spokes, and how the gleaming make 'em scheme

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

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

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

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

of Crystal, even Dom Perignon
A McGyver Road nigga, so you know I play
But if it down to it, I got my K
Fuck the flexing, 'cause we ballin', shot and stacking

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