Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

A nigga been hustlin' so long, God I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, blows, we in' zones
My mom understand me, "Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
From two to the head, in the riverbed
I to hurt you so badly

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

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

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

on and take a little 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)

on and take a little 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 spark up a bud and get blown away)

This I've been tokin' is potent
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Jane and eloping
Blowin' smoke with the sunroof opened
Countercode with the scope in close
I he gotta aim and stick a few thangs in the nigga's brain

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

I'm still my best presence to overcome my pain
tapes of Cain
The roads to riches longer than the freight train
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 I got no choice or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write rhymes
To own a fleet, real with a Rolls Royce

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I fin' to stacks at the mall
Bend the on barbers, hopin' my profits stack a bit taller
Twista a.k.a "The Bitch Caller", bring money to the mob
to be a pimp-shit talker

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 and a pocket full 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 chrome and swang)
all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of
Take a and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

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