Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Balla

Chorus -
I'm A Balla, I the walk bruh
I'm not a
I keep it pimpin' so women 'll pay me
If you a balla, and bout ya
Then ya hands up if you gettin' it daily
Don't even talk uh, what it cost ya
If you ain't out there gettin' it baby
If you a balla, and a calla
Then throw ya up if you gettin' it daily

[Verse -
Koopa, I got comma's and
And of robert deniro
I hoes that love other hoes
that'll get down in a
But it ain't nothin' to me
I'ma grinder, yall my steelo
Got no or no P.O
but I dodge police like I'm Neo, nigga we
Far East and
bring 4 stacks then spend a pair
Throw 2 other in the air
We in here like G-G-G'yeah
You a balla, let me see it
You a caller, let me see it
Bout dollars, let me see it
Pop ya collar,

[Verse -
Whomp! Whomp!, head bussa
I'ma on paper chasin'
all these muthafucka's
I'ma on ridin'
ain't no way yall gonna touch us
I'ma keep on chiefin',
chokin' on that charlie
And I one on my side
that's my only buddy
I'm weight, like the nutty professor
get ya change up ooh yessuh
Better pack that metal, they'll ya
Stain chain, hit em' hard
when I roll that like Pastor Troy
24's in my ?
Better get em' boy, em' boy
Gotta that money, rip em' boy
a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boy
Here we came to in noise
You a balla, let me see it
You a caller, let me see it
Bout dollars, let me see it Pop ya collar, let me see it

[Verse - Far
-Yeah, F, Skillz
No what they say
No what they do
ain't got no clue
Of we tryna do
Ride in coupes, ride on Koopa, who
Do what?, muthafuckas you ain't clappin' my
Keepin' it gangsta, plus lack
Black on Black, ridin'
That Coogi homie, quit cappin' you can't afford it
That's how it go, doin' shows, puffin' dro, beats
Far East, Dallas, Tex, but TL call me Greg Street

- Skillz]
Me and not some hoopers, but we ballin'
I see you stupid, better move it or ya fallin'
Pausin', never keep it like my rims
They say I'm clever, but the cheddar I spend that's makes me win
If you a baller then dribble til' ya hands get
'cause the way my wrist feels when I'm tryna raise it higher
You a balla, let me see it
caller, let me see it
Bout dollars, let me see it
Pop ya collar, let me see it

[Verse -
Like where do I start, or where do I
it comes to ballin' and flossin', I shine like them rims
That's to spin, act like a crip, nah fuck it dog
Act like a chimp, like crooked monkeys up sets
You ain't no em' up click, you used to throwin' up bricks
We pro-ballers down south daddy, empty the
I got 5 in my eye, I need 10 on my
So while I'm ya bitch, I put 10 to the lips
It's that young boy Lumba
known to bump a
take over the industry, while these rappers crumble
balla, you can see it
I'ma caller, you can see it
flosser, you can see it
Superstar, be it