Luyện nghe bài hát Legit Ballers

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

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

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

I was and dumb
life sprung of the money and hoes that it brung
Had a clip of hollows to bring your 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, when it clicks in my brain
All the shit's the same, my nigga need a

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

Come on and take a little trip a legit balla
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 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 thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and eloping
Blowin' smoke the sunroof half-way opened
Countercode with the scope in close
I guess he gotta aim and a few thangs in the nigga's brain

No face straps thinkin' that he can
Puttin' on table is an everyday strain
But now I did finally flip my legit
And a different angle of the game
Even though my hussle changed

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 you done gain until you drain

But I put on the foe
flow 'til I got no choice or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough
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' to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball at
shit tight for y'all

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 little bud and get 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 match and up a little bud and get blown away)

On the bus in disgust, will I able to throw rocks in my
Nickel sacks in the
For po po's who watch, stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a for my baby and my mother
up hustler

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

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

If I to, I'ma send cheese from blows
can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GDs or foes
Workin' the spot we need some clothes
Who ever thought I'd be making off of my CDs and shows

My got gats in the hall, rats steady crawl
Roaches comin' out the cracks in the
On the tip, it with my back 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 blocks on barbers, hopin' my profits a bit taller
Twista a.k.a "The Caller", bring your money to the mob
to be a pimp-shit talker

Come on and take a little trip with a 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)

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

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