Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

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

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

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 need a change

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

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

Come on and take a 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 of scratch
Take a and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

This shit I've been tokin' is
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and
Blowin' with the sunroof half-way opened
Countercode with the scope in close
I he gotta aim and stick a few thangs 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 to overcome my pain
Singin' tapes of
The roads to riches seems longer than the train
And every little stop keep a nigga tryin' to
On the paper you done gain you drain

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

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

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

On the bus in disgust, will I able to throw in my pocket?
Nickel in the other
For po po's who watch, stop, it's hot
But I make 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 the pistol playin' for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I explode like C 4, so me 50 feet

shots in every directions
A nigga a moment from getting made
I done public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raise
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 '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, rats 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 back to a

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

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 spark up a little bud and get away)

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

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