Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Balla

Chorus -
I'm A Balla, I walk the bruh
I'm not a
I keep it pimpin' so these 'll pay me
If you a balla, and ya dollars
Then throw ya up if you gettin' it daily
Don't even talk uh, bout what it ya
If you really 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 know that love other hoes
get down in a trio
But it nothin' to me though
I'ma grinder, yall know my
Got no or no P.O
but I dodge police I'm Neo, nigga we know
Far East and
bring 4 stacks then spend a pair
Throw 2 other in the air
We stepped in 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!, I'ma bussa
I'ma on paper chasin'
servin' all muthafucka's
I'ma on ridin'
ain't no way gonna ever touch us
I'ma on chiefin', puffin'
chokin' on that dutchey
And I one on my side
that's my only buddy
I'm movin' weight, like the nutty
get ya change up ooh yessuh
Better that metal, they'll test ya
Stain chain, gotta hit em'
when I roll that truck Pastor Troy
24's in my ?
get em' boy, sick em' boy
Gotta that money, rip em' boy
Like a 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
them dollars, let me see it Pop ya collar, let me see it

[Verse - Far
-Yeah, Play F,
No matter what 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 my crew
Keepin' it gangsta, yall lack
on Black, ridin' Jordans
That ain't Coogi homie, cappin' you can't afford it
That's how it go, doin' shows, dro, bangin' beats
Far East, from Dallas, Tex, but TL me Greg Street

- Skillz]
Me and Koopa not hoopers, but we ballin'
I see you actin' stupid, move it or ya fallin'
Pausin', keep it movin' like my rims
They say I'm clever, but it's the cheddar I that's makes me win
If you a then dribble til' ya hands get tired
'cause that's the way my 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 -
where do I start, or where do I begin
When it comes to 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 throwin' up
You no throw em' up click, you used to throwin' up bricks
We pro-ballers down daddy, empty the clips
I got 5 in my eye, I need 10 on my
So I'm flippin' ya bitch, I put 10 to the lips
just that young boy Lumba
who's known to a
take the industry, while these other rappers crumble
balla, you can see it
I'ma caller, you can see it
flosser, you can see it
Superstar, be it