Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

Once another Trax productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta
Ain't it a shame how we ballin' look so sweet
Especially when you ain't hide your shit

You know I'm sayin', you can just ball for free
Campaignin' nation in a legit demonstration
And gotta face
Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know happenin'

A nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, blows, we in' zones
My mom didn't understand me, "Boy, you gon' die just like daddy
two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I didn't to you so badly

I was young and
Fast life sprung of the and hoes that it brung
Had a clip full of hollows to your momma sorrow
But now regret what I've

Drama's all in the game, whether gang bang or
I had to do my
When the rang, that's when it clicks in my brain
All the shit's the same, my need a change

I had to get off out these to get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the and puff on a sweet
And let 'em feel something deep, deep so the can feel
How I felt right before I bust that
Rappin' 'bout my life of
And the everyday struggles of a in the chill

Come on and take a trip with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get away)

Come on and take a little trip with a balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the back and a full of scratch
Take a match and up a little bud and get blown away)

This shit I've been is potent
Got me straight about takin' Mary Jane and eloping
Blowin' smoke the sunroof half-way opened
with the scope in close range
I guess he aim and stick a few thangs in the nigga's brain

No face straps [unverified] thinkin' he can
Puttin' food on is an everyday strain
But now I did finally flip my shit
And workin' a angle of the game
though my hussle ain't changed

I'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my
tapes of Cain
The roads to riches seems longer than the freight
And little stop keep a nigga tryin' to plot
On the paper you gain until you drain

But I put on the foe
I'ma flow 'til I got no choice or better yet no
But still by that time I hope to enough rhymes
To own a fleet, estate with a Rolls Royce

Rollin' deep through this streets
With my mobsta elites on the way to Riverside Mall
Givin' to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball at
Keepin' shit tight for

Come on and take a trip with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get away)

Come on and take a little trip a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some in the back and a pocket full of scratch
Take a and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

On the bus in disgust, will I able to rocks in my pocket?
Nickel in the other
For po who watch, can't stop, it's hot
But I gotta a profit for my baby and my mother
Straight up

the mental frame of mind? That nigga had to have the roll
Be sold or be poor up in these streets
Or with the pistol playin' for you Mr.
Forgive those, I explode C 4, so give me 50 feet

Bustin' in every directions
A nigga a moment from getting made
I done witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip
And cry, Why my bills won't get paid

If I have to, I'ma send cheese blows
can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GDs or foes
Workin' the spot 'cause we some clothes
Who ever thought I'd be making off of my CDs and shows

My got gats in the hall, rats steady crawl
Roaches comin' out the cracks in the
On the tip, it with my back to the wall
my way up to an ounce, now I'm back to a ball

Now I fin' to spend at the mall
Bend the blocks on barbers, hopin' my profits a bit taller
Twista a.k.a "The Bitch Caller", your money to the mob
Just to be a talker

on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the back and a full of scratch
Take a and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

Come on and take a little with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket of scratch
Take a match and spark up a bud and get blown away)

If it's on, I gotta ride out my Mobstas
It it's on, then I gotta out with the Mobstas
If it's on, I gotta ride out my Mobstas
If on, I gotta ride out with my Mobstas
Mobstas,
If it's on, I gotta ride out my Mobstas
(Mobstas)