Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

You know what I'm sayin', you can just for free
Campaignin' your nation in a legit
And gotta incarceration
Eh yo, Stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'

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

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

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

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

Come on and take a little trip a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the chrome and swang)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket 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)
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)

shit I've been tokin' is potent
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and
Blowin' smoke with the sunroof half-way
Countercode with the in close range
I guess he gotta aim and stick a few in the nigga's brain

No face straps thinkin' that he can
food on table is an everyday strain
But now I did flip my shit legit
And workin' a different angle of the
Even though my hussle changed

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

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

Rollin' through this Chi-Town streets
With my mobsta elites on the way to Riverside Mall
Givin' thanks to the all for me a legit where to ball at
Keepin' shit for y'all

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 of scratch
Take a match and up a little bud and get blown away)

Come on and a little 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
a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

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

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

Bustin' shots in directions
A nigga stop a moment from made
I witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raise
And Momma cry, Why my bills get paid

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

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

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

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

Come on and take a little trip with a legit
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 ride out with my Mobstas
It it's on, then I gotta ride out the Mobstas
If it's on, I gotta ride out my Mobstas
If on, I gotta ride out with my Mobstas
Mobstas,
If on, I gotta ride out with my Mobstas
(Mobstas)