Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Balla

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

[Verse -
Koopa, I got and zero's
And of robert deniro
I know that love other hoes
get down in a trio
But it nothin' to me though
grinder, yall know my steelo
Got no or no P.O
but I dodge like I'm Neo, nigga we know
Far and Chamillionaire
gon' 4 stacks then spend a pair
Throw 2 stacks in the air
We stepped in here G-G-G'yeah
You a balla, let me see it
You a caller, let me see it
them dollars, let me see it
Pop ya collar,

[Verse -
Whomp! Whomp!, I'ma bussa
I'ma keep on paper
servin' all muthafucka's
keep on ridin'
ain't no way yall gonna ever us
I'ma on chiefin', puffin'
chokin' on that charlie
And I one on my side
that's my buddy buddy
I'm weight, like the nutty professor
better get ya up ooh yessuh
pack that metal, they'll test ya
Stain chain, gotta hit em'
when I roll that like Pastor Troy
in my ? bump
Better get em' boy, em' boy
Gotta that money, rip em' boy
a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boy
Here we to bring 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 what they say
No matter they do
Muthafucka's got no clue
Of we tryna do
in coupes, ride on Koopa, who what?
Do what?, muthafuckas you ain't my crew
Keepin' it gangsta, plus yall
on Black, ridin' Jordans
That ain't Coogi homie, cappin' you can't afford it
That's how it go, shows, puffin' dro, bangin' beats
Far East, from Dallas, Tex, but TL call me Street

- Skillz]
Me and Koopa not some hoopers, but we
I see you actin' stupid, better move it or ya
Pausin', never it movin' like my rims
They say I'm clever, but it's the cheddar I spend that's me win
If you a baller then dribble til' ya hands get
'cause that's the way my wrist feels when I'm tryna 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 to ballin' and flossin', I shine like them rims
That's intend to spin, act like a crip, nah it dog
Act like a chimp, like crooked throwin' up sets
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
It's that young boy Lumba
who's 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