Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

A nigga been so long, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and chrome, servin' blows, we in' zones
My mom understand me, "Boy, you gon' die just like your 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 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
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 these to get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the and puff on a sweet
And let 'em something deep, deep so the realest can feel
How I right before I bust that steel
Rappin' my life of skrill
And the struggles of a nigga 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
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)
Tigers all up in the
(Some in the back and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get away)

This shit been tokin' is potent
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary and eloping
smoke 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
Puttin' food on table is an strain
But now I did finally flip my shit
And workin' a different angle of the
Even though my hussle changed

I'm still prayin' my best presence to my pain
Singin' of Cain
The roads to riches longer than the freight train
And every little stop keep a nigga 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 I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet, real estate with a Rolls

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

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 match and up a little bud and get blown away)

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

On the bus in disgust, I able 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 frame of mind? That nigga had to have the roll
Be sold or be poor up in these city
Or with the pistol playin' for you Mr.
Forgive those, I explode like C 4, so give me 50

Bustin' shots in every
A stop a moment from getting made
I done witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip
And cry, Why my bills won't get paid

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

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

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

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
Take a match and 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 in the back 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 with my
It it's on, then I ride out with the Mobstas
If it's on, I gotta out with my Mobstas
If it's on, I gotta ride out my Mobstas
Mobstas,
If it's on, I ride out with my Mobstas
(Mobstas)