Luyện nghe bài hát Im A Balla

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

- Chamillionaire]
Koopa, I got comma's and
And of robert deniro
I know hoes that love hoes
that'll get down in a
But it ain't to me though
I'ma grinder, yall my steelo
Got no or no P.O
but I dodge like I'm Neo, nigga we know
Far and Chamillionaire
gon' bring 4 stacks then a pair
Throw 2 stacks 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!, I'ma head
I'ma keep on chasin'
servin' all muthafucka's
I'ma on ridin'
ain't no way gonna ever touch us
I'ma on chiefin', puffin'
chokin' on charlie dutchey
And I one on my side
that's my buddy buddy
I'm weight, like the nutty professor
get ya change up ooh yessuh
Better pack that metal, test ya
Stain chain, gotta hit em'
I roll that truck like Pastor Troy
24's in my ?
Better get em' boy, em' boy
Gotta make money, rip em' boy
Like a dog, I'll sick em' boy
we came 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 matter they say
No matter what do
Muthafucka's ain't got no
Of what we do
Ride in coupes, on Koopa, who what?
Do what?, muthafuckas you ain't clappin' my
Keepin' it gangsta, plus lack
Black on Black, ridin'
ain't Coogi homie, quit cappin' you can't afford it
That's how it go, doin' shows, puffin' dro, bangin'
Far East, from Dallas, Tex, but TL call me Street

[Verse -
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 baller dribble til' ya hands get tired
'cause that's the way my wrist feels when I'm tryna raise it
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 do I begin
When it comes to and flossin', I shine like them rims
That's intend to spin, act a crip, nah fuck it dog
Act like a chimp, like monkeys throwin' up sets
You ain't no throw em' up click, you to throwin' up bricks
We pro-ballers down south daddy, the clips
I got 5 in my eye, I 10 on my wrist
So I'm flippin' ya bitch, I put 10 to the lips
just 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