Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

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

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

Drama's all in the game, gang bang 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 need a

I had to get off out these streets to get you out seat
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 I bust that steel
Rappin' my life of skrill
And the everyday struggles of a in the chill

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

Come on and a little trip with 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)

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

No straps [unverified] thinkin' that he can
Puttin' on table is an everyday strain
But now I did finally my shit legit
And workin' a angle of the game
Even though my hussle changed

I'm prayin' my best presence to overcome my pain
tapes of Cain
The roads to riches seems than the freight train
And every little stop keep a nigga tryin' to
On the you done 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 I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet, real estate a Rolls Royce

Rollin' deep through this streets
With my mobsta elites on the way to Riverside Mall
thanks to the all for givin' 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)
Tigers all up in the
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of
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)
all up in the wall
(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 to throw rocks in my pocket?
sacks in the other
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 mental frame of mind? That nigga had to have the
Be sold or be poor up in city streets
Or with the pistol for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I explode like C 4, so give me 50

Bustin' shots in every
A nigga stop a moment 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 send cheese from
Nobody can hurt me or run greed, GDs or foes
Workin' the spot we need some clothes
Who thought I'd be making money off of my CDs and shows

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

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

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

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

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