Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

Once again Trax productions
for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make look so sweet
Especially when you ain't gotta hide shit

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

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

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

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

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

on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi
(Shot up the and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the 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 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 up a little bud and get blown away)

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

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

I'm still my best presence to overcome my pain
Singin' of Cain
The roads to riches seems longer than the train
And little stop keep a nigga tryin' to plot
On the paper you done gain you drain

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

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

Come on and take a little trip with a legit
Chi
(Shot up the and let's 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 full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get away)

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

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

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

If I have to, I'ma cheese from blows
Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GDs or
Workin' the 'cause we need some clothes
Who ever thought I'd be making money off of my CDs and

My crib got gats in the hall, steady crawl
Roaches comin' out the cracks in the
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 to spend stacks at the mall
Bend the blocks on barbers, my profits stack a bit taller
Twista a.k.a "The Bitch Caller", bring your to the mob
Just to be a pimp-shit

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

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